The PATA VERDE wasn't exactly what one would call a restaurant, but that was not to say its PALDEAN cuisine was anything to scoff at. The outdoor eatery was little more than a kitchen, a long countertop with enough bar stools to seat twenty or so people, and a ceiling to shield them all from the occasional rain. It sat on one of LILYCOVE's more popular oceanside boulevards, serving such things as intimate space serving tapas, Iberian wines, and paella that was stirred with a boat oar in an 8-ft vat out back.

Cade Atreides had chosen to meet his new contact here for two reasons. Firstly, even at nine o' clock at night, this boulevard continued to have an abundance of foot traffic. It was easy to blend in here, and all the activity might dissuade any potential ambush anyway. Secondly... perhaps he could enjoy a little taste of home while he waited for said contact arrive. It'd been some time since he'd last eaten here, anyway.

Dressed in a sleek black coat and oak brown trousers, the one-eyed blonde pulls up a stool and takes a seat, ordering a glass of wine. The ORICORIO that had been perched on his shoulder until then decides, instead, to perch itself on the TV hanging in the corner. Accompanied by a grainy photo of METENO 99943, a newswoman there explains how the LEAGUE will supposedly deal with the threat.