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[fourfoldroots]

[The mailbox to 341 Brady Lane has been returned, but its all dented and battered, sitting lopsided in the dirt and looking very sad indeed.

Persephone knows what happened, but she is going to play dumb. Oh, so dumb.]

Who could have done that, I wonder..?

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[serverofshota]

[Staaaaare.]

Broken.

[fourfoldroots]

Yes. Poor... box thing.

[serverofshota]

Mailbox.

[fourfoldroots]

Yes, that.

...

Oh well!

[serverofshota]

Want it fixed?

[fourfoldroots]

It does not still work all banged up? I mean, you can still put stuff inside.

[It's poor door is just barely hanging on and creaks pitifully in the summer breeze.]

[serverofshota]

...

I'll fix it.

[fourfoldroots]

...Okay, then.

[serverofshota]

[And here he goes to pick it up and take it away. Expect it fixed within a few hours- granted, not perfect, there will some be some dents and dirt but at least it'll be where it's supposed to be. You know. UP.]

[fourfoldroots]

Thank you~

[Hey, as long as she doesn't have to fix it herself, that's alright with her. Why get her dainty goddess hands dirty when the mortals can do it?]

[serverofshota]

You're welcome.

[Cue charming smile.]