Her cellphone was going off. Rowan knew that because sudenly the 1812 Overture began to blast somewhere near her head.  With a heavy sigh common to people who had much to do and little time to do it in, Rowan pulled off the gel cooling mask off her face and eyed the little blinking bit of technology on the end table next to her couch. 

But by the time her Excellency, had deigned to get her noble ass off the couch and actually answer. The call was transferred to voice mail.

After pressing the prerequisite buttons to get to the voice mail.
 
Rowan nearly chocked when she actually heard the message. Christian did what?! Idiot, he could...just one time...shithead.

With her lips pressed into a superior pout only lippy women were capable off, Rowan hit redial and waited for Embriella to pick up.  No dice, now it was Rowan who had to leave a message.

Beep.

"Embriella, so good to hear from you. Um my schedule is a little hectic at the moment, but what about ...lunch tomorow? Say noonish at Caffè S. Eustachio?  It's just off Piazza della Rotonda. Not far from the Pantheon, it's a little out of the way, but it has the best espresso in town. We talk over things then.  I'll make reservations, and hope to see you there!"

There was a happy hitch to her voice as Rowan clicked the cellphone shut. What the hell did that cretin do now!