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(Early Wednesday morning; August 15, 2068; Tracy Island)
Early that morning at breakfast, Virgil suggested that Heather come with him. "Kyrano and I are going to the mainland to check out the orders he's put in and bring them back. Why don't you come with us? That'll give you a chance to pick up some groceries and some things you need." Readily agreeing, Heather made out a considerable list. Maybe I should just get things I need right now and order by computer any other more non-essential items. Now I know why I dislike moving. There's so much to set up in the beginning, she mused.
Insisting on doing the piloting due to the fact she was hired as a family pilot in the first place, Virgil relented finally after Kyrano sighed and said in a strong, firm voice, "Mr. Virgil, the orders for your party await us. Please decide quickly between you who will fly."
Virgil suggested they first stop for the wines and liquor supplies first, while Kyrano checked his order with the vendor. Heather chose ten bottles of different local area sherries and wines, enjoying the prospect of sampling Australia's varieties. She treated herself to a 70-year-old sherry that had Virgil raising his eyebrows. "I'm coming over to try that, you know."
"My door is--almost--open anytime," she said, giving him the eye. She added a strong European cherry liquor to her basket to make non-virgin Sherry Temples.
"What we're going to do is when Kyrano's satisfied with the orders and they are sent to the plane to take back, your order will go with it," Virgil explained. "You won't have to carry it."
Next, the trio moved over to a local cheese shop and, while Virgil and Kyrano were making their choices for the party, odors of Gouda, feta, and Parmesan teased Heather's nose. She picked up small bricks of mozzarella, mild and sharp cheddars, and one spreadable cheddar with garlic and poppy seed that the portly vendor suggested was wonderful on toasted bagels. She bought a pound tub.
"You look like you're going to have a party of your own. Can I come?" Virgil asked as he peeked at the basket as she moved up to the counter.
"This is for when you come over to try that 70-year-old sherry."
"I'm looking forward to it. How do you like your apartment?" he asked as she finished paying the vendor who put her order in with Kyrano's to be sent to the plane.
"It's very beautiful," she answered with a rueful smile. "I'm still adjusting to my surroundings, but that will come with time."
"You must be adjusting to your whole life. You go to an interview you think will be a simple, boring--" His words caused a guilty look to mold her expression. "--family pilot job, and find out about the 'family business'. You go and lose your home, decide to join us here, and it's no wonder you're 'still adjusting'. You've got a lot of guts, lady." Taking her hand in brotherly fashion, he looked at her. "I'm really hoping my party tonight will help with that. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
With a chuckle and a mischievous glance aimed in his direction, she whispered loudly, "You must think you're utterly charming!"
The comment set Virgil back on his heels, but he recovered smoothly. "But of course! And you must think you're utterly immune to all male attempts to be charming!"
"But of course!" she answered back.
Unable to avoid the conversation between the kids, Kyrano just shook his head and smiled.
Their final stop was at the local General Food Service Center. While Kyrano made his last check of the day, sampling the exquisite hors d'oeuvre, Virgil walked with Heather as she examined the Australian selections of cake mixes, coffees and teas, fish, fruits and vegetables, much of it going into her basket. As they went through the canned goods aisle, she noticed a bottle that resembled tomatoes made into jam in a dark wine sauce. The label read Vegemite. "Virgil," she asked, not sure if she wanted to know. "What is this?"
Virgil looked at the raised eyebrow, reacting to the texture they could see through the clear glass bottle. "Do you like really salty things?" Long auburn hair swung across her back as she shook her head. "It's like a very salty, jellied fish spread. It's kind of a national joke. Don't want to try it?" Virgil asked, chuckling once again as she wrinkled her nose at the suggestion.
"Oh, I think I'll pass." They walked past a refrigerator full of trays of sushi. "Oh, this is wonderful!"
"I know Kyrano's ordered a platter of this, although most of the family will probably avoid it. We had a recent incident involving some bad fish." There were packages of smaller amounts of sushi and she bought up six small trays for herself.
Kyrano walked over to them with a satisfied smile. "All is in readiness, Mr. Virgil. All we need to do is get Miss Heather's orders together to be sent to the plane." Quickly, they helped her take her groceries to be rung up, charged, and sent to accompany Kyrano's orders which were then sent to the airport. When they made their way back to the airport, the many orders of wines, champagnes, and several bottles of liquor, cheeses of all kinds, maraschino cherries, and club sodas arrived. Cold packages contained the kids' favorite ice creams, chocolate syrup, bananas, and peanuts. Some contained various snack crackers, olives and and fancy ribboned toothpicks. There were pounds of filet mignon and several well packed party trays that only needed to be put into the oven. Once the food was packed, the trio climbed into the jet and soared again for the trip home.
With Virgil piloting, they arrived back on Tracy Island. Antigrav floats were brought forward to deliver the party supplies to the cooler in the Villa's kitchen. Heather shook her head as she floated her groceries home. "That's enough food to feed at least two platoons of men. Whew! Hope everyone's going to be hungry tonight."
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