<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div>Picking up his tea once more to finish his drink she so kindly brewed for him, Sol nodded along with her explanations about procedure on this airline.  Low number of passengers he assumed, and as few hostesses he imagined.  So prep time was minimal and more focused, leaving the crew ample time to refresh and prepare.  The entire flight centered around customer 'service' so naturally this made sense.  Of course.<br/><br/>He glanced back when he heard the lilt of a question in her voice, snapping back to the present.  He immediately answered with a prepared excuse, the same he gave to his cousin when he left this morning.  "I have a meeting with some contractors in Los Angeles this week.  I'll be overseeing the quality checks and shipment of airplane parts you see and..."<br/><br/>Taking another drink and finishing his tea, he swirled the remainder in the cup and decided to add some truth on top of the excuse.  "And I'm intrigued by your employers, their airline.  You know I help manage my country's own airline, but there's an untapped market that Erotic Airlines seems poised to exploit.  If I'm impressed I'll be considering opening up my own private service or... buying this one for myself," he smiled mischievously, having always wanted a chance to say that like he was a stereotypical oil baron.<br/><br/>"So you are more than welcome to attend me, Miss Abigale.  Consider yourself your employer's 'best foot forward.'  And as for the gift," he then added leaning over to whisper despite no one being around to hear.  "I already set aside a percentage of yearly profits for charity.  I wouldn't mind in this case but... who do I donate a vibrator to?"<br/><br/>Apparently they weren't on the same page when it came to the 'gift' he was talking about.