inbox.

[heorte]

Comments

[heirring]

[Don't be so grim, Ellis.]

I wouldn't bother. I expect Mr. Stark fully anticipates the information to be shared, otherwise why would he bother with the change in the first place. In fact-- [and here she draws in a breath] You should come along to the club after noon. We might all discuss the matter then.

[heorte]

[ Against his better judgement: ]

Alright.

[heirring]

Wonderful. I'll have a cup set aside for you.

Oh. And don't come to the front door. Come along through the garden to the kitchen. The spirit insists on throwing things at people in the foyer, so it would be best to simply avoid the drama of it.

[heorte]

You haven't cleared that thing out yet?

[heirring]

The spirit? No. I like him. It?

[heorte]

You could probably find a proper roommate.

[heirring]

I can't think of a single person.

[heorte]

Well, so long as it isn't throwing things at you, I suppose you could do worse for company.

I'll see you shortly.

[heirring]

Lovely.

--Oh, but Mr Ellis. Might you do me a personal favor?

[heorte]

Yes. What do you need?

[heirring]

There is a shop between here and there - a particular patisserie with that blue and gold sign. Would you please stop there and bring an order of their cinnamon twists with you when you come?

[heorte]

[ oh that's painless ]

Alright. Consider it done.

[heirring]

Perfection. We'll see you just past noon, then.