Bianchi sat on one of the pilings at the private pier out of Melano, the sea breeze cool enough to make the day bearable as it whipped her hair out to the side. Apparently this Sanji character was a sailor. He wouldn't be able to bring a fully rigged ship into this port, that would have had to be in Varuna but a skiff would be fine. She hadn't actually expected a sailor to be punctual so she had a book on her lap and she would pick it up occasionally to read when she wasn't enjoying the play of the birds over the water or the people setting out and coming in past the jetty. She was looking forward to this afternoon. Rarely did someone come from so far just to taste her cooking. Not when they knew who she was anyway. And he'd been so enthusiastic, far be it for her to dissuade him.
Bianchi was sitting outside the small Inn on a bench by the front drive, typing on a laptop while she waited for Hayato's new woman to arrive so Bianchi could decide how she felt about the other woman. The sun was high in the sky and the weather was actually nice. She'd had the kitchen put together a light tea, with finger foods and petite sweets. The woman had said she'd be able to find her way to this island well enough. It was only a matter of time.
Bianchi had sent off a slap dash note to Shamal on where to meet her so she could break his finger. She was already regretting the offer. She didn't know how long she could stand being in the same room with him. But if she was causing him pain she might be able to deal with it for a little while. Maybe. She sat in a booth at a local cafe and sipped espresso looking irritated. With herself and with him. She could just leave still. She looked at her watch and seriously considered it.
Bianchi carried a tray balanced expertly on one hand with an entire meal laid out including a milkshake since she'd heard Spanner had a sweet tooth. Ever thoughtful. Her tray radiated a menacing smell that drifted up and tickled the nose, made the mouth water but seemed off just that little bit. The food itsself was a disturbing atomic purple and some of it wiggled. Although in the upper left quadrant there appeared to be a perfectly healthy bit of mashed potatoes with a nice slab of butter on top. She lifted her free hand and knocked on Spanners door before reaching down to twist the doorknob.