Much as Mark and April had, Napoleon and Illya ended up spending the evening together, mostly in silent companionship as they each nursed their beverage of choice. Finally Napoleon sighed.
"You know what I'd like in a service?"
Illya held up a hand.
"If you know what you want, write it down, my friend. I cannot imagine a mission scenario where you do not make it back where I do not make it back either."
Napoleon pondered that briefly.
"You have a point. And having my wishes in writing would keep the burden of making decisions off Aunt Amy."
