Clive slipped into the bar, looking harried, just a little, but smiling all the same. He dropped off a smallish garment box and a large-ish tapedeck at the bar, "Make sure Snowball gets these? Thanks."
The tapedeck had a post-it note on that said: 'press
and the play button had been marked with white-out, he'd done his best to make it the most visible. In the box was something that was a cross between a chenelle scarf and a net, at least until it was unfolded and the reeds were snapped into place, then it was a pair of yellow and black swallowtail butterfly wings, the tape was a note, more or less: "Hey Snowball, sorry this has taken so long, remembered what you said about hearing and figured this would be easier on you than a note, so, right, things are just crazy back home, gearing up for halloween at the club and with the design work, but I did find a copy of the original War of the Worlds radioplay, and things should be calmed down enough where I can check in more often. I couldn't remember if yarn and stuff made of plantbits were okay, if not I've got another pair made out of dried leaves, but the yarn's palm fiber, it's one of my new favorite things, I'll show you how to put them on when we get together for dinner, how's sometime this weekend work for you? Mother's going to be dark this weekend, and I've already turned in the latest designs, so I should be free if you are. See you around! Bye!"
That done he slipped away again, he still had a few things to finish.