"Sounds like a good plan." Edgar knocks back a gulp of wine out of his trophy cup, suppresses a cough, and reaches for another sliver of the roast.

(Some tiny unconscious tension in his chest relaxes at that. He's been assuming they'll be able to return to Milliways, mostly because there's nothing he can do about it if they can't -- but it's good to know that if they can't, at least there'll be a way to let Curtis know.)