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Of course Edward Chao would never purposefully wait until it was the middle of the night to wave his dear, dear uncle.

Of course not.

The Kelowna is on Bernadette; Chao's got shore leave. He's actually sitting on a shore, too -- or rather, a bank. The Savage River isn't very savage this time of year, because it's really fucking hot, but there's a nice umbrella, and a drink in a plastic coconut, and Chao figures that as long as he's got his portable hub he might as well make the call from somewhere pleasant.