Coconut Grove if nautical nonsense be something you wish

Bat grinned and let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "I won't go until after Margaritaville is properly up and running," she swore, "and I'll be gone for a week, two tops." Although it was none of her business, she secretly approved of Tristan leaving word with his family. "And of course! I'd be happy to pass along any messages you like."

With that settled and not particularly pressing, she gestured. "So, wanna go catch up with Breccan? I think he's gonna hang around, though he'll need your official stamp of approval, boss." Bat cackled quietly.