Summer, [ Eames corrects rather lazily. Kenya doesn't leave much room for mistake in terms of season. The sun's especially bad this time around, sporting a burn on the back of his neck that makes the rest of him look almost pale. ] And you always said I needed to put on weight, don't get patronising when I finally do.

Why don't you take a vacation? I never know what you'll die of next - on the job or a venereal disease. I could set you up something lavish in Fez if you lend me access to your account. [ He's not being serious, of course - at least in that he knows Bond wouldn't lend him a digit concerning his personal spendings; it occurs to Eames they spend far more time talking around things than ever talking directly, but it comes to an almost exaggerated point over the telephone than in person. Maybe because he can read Bond's face better than his voice. ]

People tell me the mint tea here has properties akin to the fountain of life.