Disappearing down into Starfleet's labs, the GF was directed down and up a maze of corridors. It reminded him of the old text based Adventure games - and he kept expecting an angry dwarf to appear and shoot arrows, or a trapdoor to open and drop him back to the start of the quest. Eventually he found the windowless room that would be home for the day as worthy being explained some new ideas for dealing with recalcitrant carbon-based lifeforms.
At the end of the course GF nipped back to Winchester, collected the Silver Vixen and headed on up to Worcester. Once there, and checked in, we went to join some colleagues at the favoured hostelry. On count-up it was clear that there would be about 18 for dinner - and the nearby Chinese was nearly full. A quiet word, however, and that was sorted - the lady from the Chineses delivered a couple of hundred poundsworth of hot food to the pub where we all tucked in.
A fine evening.
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