Who: Cale, Cat When: Friday afternoon. Where: Some posh London restaurant. What: Lunch and discussions. Rating: TBD, probably low Open/Closed: Closed
Cale had, as always, been on time. He'd cleared his afternoon, leaving John in charge - as much as the man ever was. Cale sometimes regretted the perpetual state of befuddlement Dawlish seemed left in of late. It would have been more useful to have a more aware second in command. But he made do, and some things were necessary, however unpleasant.
Cale had always gotten on with his sister in law, though she and Robin had been very different women. He enjoyed her company, though there was a part of him that was never. . . quite comfortable near her. There was too much of Robin in her face, and too many memories that came with it. That and the always-present concern that she would find out just how her sister died kept Cale from seeking her out too often, though he enjoyed his time with her enough that he felt badly for doing so.
Once they'd found their seats and ordered, their talk had, as usual, mostly consisted of catching up and asking about work, neither of them mentioning Robin as they lingered over appetizers.
It wasn't until halfway through that Cale brought up the subject Cat had broached in journals. "This. . . project you mentioned. Is it something your Department is aware of yet?" In other words, was it sanctioned.