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Rinoa was forever thankful that both Zone and Watts had acknowledged all of her hard work enough to send her away on a mini-vacation. She had turned into somewhat of a political figure in Timber — the ongoing struggle for independence wasn't something that was going to be resolved in a matter of months, oh no, she had been informed that it would take years of campaigning and fighting. Imagining all of the stacks of paper work she would have to process, the public appearances and all of the ass-kissing she would have to do with Caraway, made Rinoa want to attempt Time Compression herself!
New Bodhum was the perfect place for a getaway. Beautiful golden sands, crisp turquoise waters, even a cosy little local bar! She enjoyed her peaceful days reading in the bar, with Angelo snoozing soundly by her feet. Licking her lips, her gaze lifted from her novel to scan the electronic signs that had the bars array of delicious drinks and bar snacks — she wasn't quite sure what she was in the mood for today. She raised her hand to the passing barmaid — the owner, she presumed — in an attempt to get her attention.
❝ Excuse me? What would you recommend? ❞
