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Petunia is at her usual table, knitting. Mun is headdesking over forgetting to mention the presents she left thus far, so it should be known that pretty much anyone she has spoken with more than once in Milliways recieved a tidily-wrapped parcel containing a hat, scarf, and mittens. *handwaves* Petunia was not as tardy about this as I, and she has tea; our attention shall return to her now.