“I’m too sober for this,” Bond complains, watching the code blurr across the screen.

“And I’m not quite sober enough,” Q replies, fingers flying on the keyboard, hitting the backspace several times, and then flying again.    

He shoulld be patient, but he’s not.  “Are they onto us?”

“They won’t be, if you can keep quiet enough for me to concentrate.”

It’s a good point.  James goes to the minibar and makes himself a drink.  

“You’d best make another, and bring over the biscuits too.”

James pauses.  “Are we celebrating?”

Q taps out a final line of code and hits enter with a flourish.  “We are.”

“In that case,” he says, placing one of the glasses in Q’s, “I have much better ideas of how to use this luxury hotel suite.”