Brilliant. Well, wait there, all right? I'm on my way and all.
[And he is, a few moments later. More minutes, really; six flights is a load of stairs, even for someone with natural energy to spare, and the magic of Satinalia lightening his footsteps.
He knocks, first. Shifts his weight, foot to foot, staring at the door, with his arms loaded down. The box with the pie he's holding by the string that keeps it close, tied about it in a neat package--as neat as he could manage, after untying it to see what it was and then retying it to secure it up again. He keeps looking at it, as if it have come untied, or otherwise disappeared.]
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[And he is, a few moments later. More minutes, really; six flights is a load of stairs, even for someone with natural energy to spare, and the magic of Satinalia lightening his footsteps.
He knocks, first. Shifts his weight, foot to foot, staring at the door, with his arms loaded down. The box with the pie he's holding by the string that keeps it close, tied about it in a neat package--as neat as he could manage, after untying it to see what it was and then retying it to secure it up again. He keeps looking at it, as if it have come untied, or otherwise disappeared.]