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renata_leynier April 18 2007, 01:33:41 UTC
Of course Renata knew. When one's significant other had a knack with plants, one never lacked for fresh flowers.

Ordinarily, she would have gone herself to thank him. She disliked employing owls to carry messages such short distances as within a single castle. Today, though, she was exhausted from matrix work with Gillian, so she wrote to him. He would understand (if for no other reason than that she had explained it to him) the effect such work had on her, and would understand what it meant that she had written.

They are lovely. I would have your advice on where I ought to put them; there is no window here. I have slept a little; I will be awake when you arrive. -R.

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hernes_son April 18 2007, 11:31:07 UTC
Robin had a quick discussion with a house elf before ging to Renata's room; as a result he bore with him a large tray, laden with food and drink. 'Rejuvenating and nourishing', he had specified, and the elves had done an excellent job, knowing it was for Renata, whom they clearly liked. A covered bowl with fragrant broth; a basket piled high with breads both sweet and plain; fruit and cheeses; tiny sparkling jars of honey, butter, jams, and jellies. In his pocket he had a tightly corked bottle of an herbal oil he had infused himself with rosemary and lavender.

He balanced the tray with some difficulty and knocked on her door. "House elf," he called.

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renata_leynier April 18 2007, 15:18:38 UTC
"You are not a house elf," Renata said, laughing, and opened the door. The house elves did like Renata, as she was accustomed to servants and had no awkwardness in accepting their service. "Nor did I call for one. I am well taken care of without them, it would seem."

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hernes_son April 18 2007, 15:34:24 UTC
Robin grinned and bent to kiss her. "For you, I would become one. Where shall I put these things?"

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