H-464: Little Isle Manor House, Upper Lounge
Gently, “Should we hire a conference venue? Wait until dinner? Send a memorandum? When would you prefer to discuss it…”
Raina halts herself.
“Forget that, I don’t want to sound argumentative, and it’s not a useful discussion anyway.”
Raina gazes briefly at her.
“What sort of elaboration do you seek?”
Lia remains impassive throughout her early comments, simply taking another bite of her food and subjecting Raina to an even stare.
“Shall I be blunt?”