"I agree." The President stands. "We are agreed then." He holds out his hand. "I assume a handshake among friends will be enough until something more official can be drawn up and signed."

Once Jean arrives in his room, he begins packing his things. He doesn't have much: a few spare uniforms, a dress uniform, and some books. He dumps them all in a dufflebag. He looks down at his academy dress uniform. "I look ridiculous." He flicks the feather on his kepi. "I hate this uniform. I need to make a trip to Paris before we're off to Brazil. I assume you will need to make a trip home as well?"