"Michael Phelps…" Robin sing-songed as he grinned temptingly. "Going for the gold again. Breaking even Atlantian records?"

"While I have long had interest in witnessing his renowned skills in the water and investigating rumors to a hidden Atlantian heritage," Kaldur paused to level an apologetic look to Robin. "I have concerns. I believe the airline, hotel, and Olympic venue tickets will not accept the gold currency from my country."

"Yeah, I think the only gold they take is plastic and has a bunch of numbers on it." Robin snickered, waving his friend's apparent concern aside with a hand. "Got it covered though! We Zeta beam it over to London (international flights are a nightmare anyway, believe me), free lodging, and I got comped the standard upgraded ticket package for all the events so really you only have to worry about food."

Kaldur wasn't sure what 'comped' meant but from the usage it sounded like they had been discounted or otherwise free some how. Perhaps it was based off of the word complimentary or compensated?

"Free lodging? Like with a friend or a youth hostile?" The look of confusion that crossed Robin's face at that was almost amusing.

"Huh? No! Why would we do that? They're giving the sponsors their own suites at The Grand right in the middle of everything. Comes with the tickets and few other things too." Robin snapped his fingers in sudden enlightenment. "Come to think of it the room always comes with a huge gift basket of food so you might be all set there too!"

Kaldur knitted his brows together. Robin was a sponsor of the Olympic Games? Wasn't that a very big and very expensive deal?

"That sounds exciting and certainly convenient."

"Yeah. They always put together a pretty good package for sponsors and people who donate a little bit. Sometimes I wonder why everyone doesn't do it."