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[goodfellow]

It was a brisk day, but Robin enjoyed walking on the beach. Barefoot, but still dressed in an impeccable suit. Once he'd found one, he hadn't found much else that was decent at all. And looking better made Robin feel better. And there was a lot to not feel great about right now.

He stopped walking, and his feet sank into the sand slightly. But he was distracted by the man walking out of the ocean. He was dressed in a skin tight wetsuit, and skin tight was a very good look on him.

He slipped one hand out of his pocket, and offered a wave.

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[0_0_7]

"One could say the same of me," Bond said. "Seems we might have a bit in common."

[goodfellow]

"We are also," Robin said, as they walked, "both terribly handsome."

[0_0_7]

"I can't deny that," Bond chuckled warmly. "I've been all over the world. Where do you fancy is your favorite place? Outside of London?"

[goodfellow]

"The beaches of Greece," said Robin after a moment. "You?"

[0_0_7]

"I do like Southeast Asia. Singapore, mostly," he said. "Beautiful, and the food is incredible."

[goodfellow]

"Ah, yes," said Robin in flawless Mandarin. "Delicious food, beautiful views, beautiful people."

[0_0_7]

"Quite so," Bond smiled. "You speak Mandarin. How delightful."

[goodfellow]

It was on the tip of Robin's tongue to say, I speak everything, but stopped himself just in time.

Instead, he just grinned and said, "As do you. I do enjoy a man with a knowledgable tongue."

[0_0_7]

"The most knowledgeable tongue," he replied, laden with innuendo. "It helps to be able to speak the language wherever I might go."

[goodfellow]

"Whereever you go? That is a great many tongues," Robin said, and then after a pause... "What about this?" he asked in Russian, and then, "And this?" in Portuguese.

[0_0_7]

"Amateur," Bond smirked, then leaned in this. "How about this?" he asked in a flawlessly rare dialect of Farsi.

[goodfellow]

Robin actually was kind of impressed. Even though he knew that there was no way Bond could sin this game. And though Robin typically didn't flaunt the things about himself that made him seem supernatural, he wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

"I do not think you will win this game," Robin said in Swahili, and then, "But still, I am impressed," in ancient Greek.

[0_0_7]

His Swahili was conversational at best, and the other...it reminded him of school.

"You may have one-upped me on that one," Bond said. "Greek?"

[goodfellow]

"Even better," Robin said. "Mostly dead German."

[0_0_7]

"You've got the talented tongue," Bond said appreciatively. "I'm sure we could fill the nights with games of one-upman-ship."

[goodfellow]

Robin smirked. ""Wouldn't be the first time I'd filled a night with my tongue."

[0_0_7]

"And with luck it won't be the last," Bond said with a cheeky smile. "But let's start with drinks before we get to anything serious," he said, pulling open the door to to the dome.

[goodfellow]

"Well then, why don't you have that shower... and I'll be waiting for you," said Robin.

[0_0_7]

Bond nodded, then headed off for the standard showers pausing only to pick up new clothes. He took only enough to wash, then appeared in the kitchens with a towel scrubbing his head dry. "All sorted to go home for a drink?" He asked.

[goodfellow]

Robin held up a bowl, in which there were neatly cut pieces of fruit. "Mangoes," he said.

[0_0_7]

"Lovely," he replied. He'd gone casual today, choosing from the closet a pair of jeans and a navy jumper. The way he wore it made it feel like he could have stepped off the runway. "On our way. Oh, one moment," he said, then opened a cupboard and took two cans of sardines.

[goodfellow]

Robin did appreciate the look. The wet hair was a nice touch, too.

"Excellent," Robin said. "Lead the way."

[0_0_7]

The cottage he shared with Q and Harry was just down the path from the dome. The ocean waves broke rhythmically against the shore. Bond let them into the cottage and called out, but there was no sign of Q or Harry. Only the darlings that came mewing to Bond.He shushed them gently, then went into the kitchen so he could open the sardines and put the cans on the floor.

"Q's darlings," he explained. "It's really their cottage. We just live here in order to serve them."

With the cats fed, Bond grabbed a couple mugs and set about prepping drinks and caviar and pate. A feast, really. Decadence that was such a treat in this strange land they'd found themselves in.

[goodfellow]

"A somewhat more domestic scene than I was expecting," Robin said, looking amused. He looked over at Bond. "Who is Q?"

[0_0_7]

"The cottage was like this when we got here, though we've made a few improvements," Bond said. He poured a generous measure of a very good scotch into the cup for Robin and handed it over.

"Q is a colleague of mine, and Harry we knew from doing business with his firm. How we all three turned up here is a mystery," he continued, trying to make it all sound terribly bland. Even here it wouldn't do to let just anyone know what sort of business the three of them were actually in to.