Ah, paperwork. How Ravel missed you. Almost as much as he missed endless meetings, hours in the bloody conference room in the Sanctuary, itchy collars and gallons of caffeine and takeout food at two in the morning whilst trying to stay awake in his office.
...so basically except for the takeout food (because homecooked meals have always been a rarity for him), not at all.
At least this wasn't a stack of reports detailing how badly Ireland was faring against the Supreme Council. How many Irish sorcerers had been captured, or how many foreign agents had been spotted within the country. Enemy movements. Casualties. Compared to all that, an inventory of the Hotel's supplies was positively cute and fluffy.
Ravel sipped absently on a cup of coffee while shuffling through the pages of the inventory, slouched almost impossibly far down in the chair behind the front desk with his shoes kicked up on the edge of the desk. Anton wouldn't approve of that, the feet on the desk. Good thing Anton was off resting.
Closed to Valdis | Early July | Mild spoilers for SP likely
...so basically except for the takeout food (because homecooked meals have always been a rarity for him), not at all.
At least this wasn't a stack of reports detailing how badly Ireland was faring against the Supreme Council. How many Irish sorcerers had been captured, or how many foreign agents had been spotted within the country. Enemy movements. Casualties. Compared to all that, an inventory of the Hotel's supplies was positively cute and fluffy.
Ravel sipped absently on a cup of coffee while shuffling through the pages of the inventory, slouched almost impossibly far down in the chair behind the front desk with his shoes kicked up on the edge of the desk. Anton wouldn't approve of that, the feet on the desk. Good thing Anton was off resting.