XVI. Private to Finnigan
A client gave me this ridiculous platter of French pastries as a thank you or some such rubbish. Anyways, one bite of this would have me not being able to fit in half of my robes and Mandy would simply murder me if I kept the temptation around the flat. So, if you wouldn't mind, would you please take them off my hands. Eat them, give them away, throw them at the bum... I hardly care. They're on the counter at the flat. Get to them before Mandy.
