Merry and I were having breakfast together. Opal and Nyssa had something to attend, the former regarding her gang while the latter stayed secretive. When Nyssa is holding secrets, it can only mean something embarrassing like superhero costumes or kinky sex toys.
"Today we should go to the studio and record the final dance for your song, right?" I asked as I took a bite of fresh bread with cheese spread on it. It was a fancy salty cheese with olives.
Opal only stored alcohol and fruits in her place, so she had to send some of her subordinates to get us a proper meal. One thug was even meticulously squeezing fresh orange juice for us. I hope it's ready before we have to leave.
"Right," Merry agreed. "After it, you will get 150,000 dollars, not too shabby!"
