“Following protocol, I see.” Mark said as he put a piece of what looked to be beef on his plate along with a mashed purple vegetable and some greens. “I’ve been reading up on it.”
“What protocol?” Syn asked genuinely bewildered. “This is an informal dinner,” Bron answered, “The most senior officer serves and then he serves to the next senior down the line. Of course, the fem are served first.”
“Okay, but I insist we dispense with the Te and Ta with our friends.” Syn picked up her fork.
“It shall be as you wish,” Zaron said as he reached over and kissed her hand.
“So,” Syn asked, “why are we all here?” She swallowed some of the mashed purple stuff. “This is wonderful, what is it?”