For the last four hours or so, Phei had devoted himself to the magnificent pursuit of doing absolutely nothing important, and wasting time with his women, friends and family felt close enough to divine medicine that he briefly considered recommending it to every emotionally damaged person on Earth.
He had spent the afternoon enjoying what was technically a date, although calling it that required a generous understanding of romance and an even more generous understanding of crowd management:
His romantic life had grown large enough to require vehicle assignments and the sort of headcount usually associated with royal evacuations, yet Phei refused to surrender the word simply because he had brought enough women to occupy a minor palace.
