Galen listened back and forth between the whipping and the brownies. He finally joined the discussion, leaning to the wall with a hot cup of coffee in his hands.<br/><br/>"Social club." he offered his suggestion. "That would be a good cover - not business which is subject to regular poking from the authorities." He took a sip - Demetrina's taste for coffee was impeccable, as always. He nodded towards the kitchen. "Fresh coffee. Good stuff, too. Help yourselves."<br/><br/>He looked them all, one by one - the self-confident Ana; the powerful Daeroth; the mischievous Lucian and his silent brother.