<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Slouching into her quarters, Diane flopped into her bed, leg hanging off the side and resting on the floor. After the stress and implied danger of their tea with the Duchess, she still had to spend almost an hour not just pulling away, but astrogating a path to somewhere that was some variety of safe. Which was kind of questionable for the Honeypot at the best of times, let alone when carrying horrifying contraband. She'd picked a CLI station a little out of the way and shady, where she had some cousins she could hustle gossip or aid out of in a pinch.<br/><br/>The flashing of her comm unit made Diane finally, grumpily, paw at the screen until it played a cheery voicemail. Apparently Diane's parents were moving station on another maintenence contract. They merrily nattered on about how close to setting up their retirement they were. And then starting peppering in questions about how Diane's new career was going, and what she was planning to do with her life, and had she met anyone nice to settle down with. Of course, Ma had a selection of options if Diane was having trouble finding the right someone. Another slap of her hand, and she cut the message off, planning to deal with it in a week or so.<br/><br/>Then she looked up and saw on the message receipt where the message came from. Diane checked their current heading. They matched, of course. "Typical." She grunted into her pillow as she tried to work out how to blame Fio for this.