Sunday Dinner
Howard had slept late that morning, for the first time since he'd arrived on the Island, after having spent a lovely evening at the wedding of his son and beautiful bride. He was looking forward to finally getting to see Sargent Barnes, still not used to the Island's communicators as a form of interaction. He preferred to talk face to face with people, rather than try and type on the small units.
He enjoyed the walk through the City and out to the cottage in the early evening. He wondered if Luna was awake yet, preparing for her evening duties. Even though he had been told 'bring nothing but your smile', he carried a bunch of flowers, picked on his way to the cottage, from the gardens that grew in around the church and along the side of the road he walked. There weren't a lot in bloom at this time of year, but he managed to collect a small posy, pulling a ribbon out of his pocket he's brought along for just the purpose.
He whistled as he walked up the front path, stepping up to the front door and knocking.