A note delivered in neat, elegant handwriting. He didn't know how to find Miz Deliverance, but he knows that notes have a way of finding their own way to their intended recipient.
Miz Deliverance, with her eerie way of finding people, will wander into the kitchen with the letter still in hand. When she looks up she smiles, the smile she's perfected over the years to give the impression of being surprised. "Mr Delaunay! What luck to run into you so soon. I just got your letter."
"I don't think it was luck," Alcuin replied, meeting her smile with another smile, bright and friendly, in the midst of making muffins. "But I'm glad you weren't busy. And please, call me Alcuin. When I hear Delaunay I think you're referring to my lord, Anafiel Delaunay."
Alcuin put the muffin tray into the oven and started washing his hands. "It seems that some of my friends are more stressed lately than usual. I was wondering if there was some kind of spell to help them relax and aid clarity. But I'd rather they didn't know it was me, and if I put it into any sort of food they'll suspect me at once." He blushes a little, smiling at his reputation.
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