*curls up one one of the loungers outdoor, in spite of the way the wind has picked up (it's just so fresh and lovely here and the smell of the sea is a bit like home - wonders if Ehtello misses the sea as much as she does, sometimes)*
*teasingly* Connections, you say? My word, had I known you were so high-powered I"d've slept with you much longer ago. Now I feel a bit bad for leading you on a bit of a chase, my Lord. *tracing her fingers over the grainy wood of the chair's arm* How is Gondolin? (*translation: how are you?*)