Richard shook Alyce's hand. "Of course we don't mind," he added. He lead the way toward the stream, taking off his suit jacket and laying it down for Janet to sit on. "Here you are. I hope it's comfortable."

Mark snorted. "Your tailor's going to kill you."

"It'll give him something to do," he said with a small grin, undoing his tie and rolling up his sleeves.

He looked good like that--and he knew it, too. Mark gave him an unimpressed look, but Richard kept grinning. He turned back to Janet and Alyce. "Where were you supposed to be, when you landed here?" he asked, curious.