[Of course, the problem with sending a note via courier is one never knows when the note will actually arrive.

Myr starts awake with a snort, grabbing for the sending crystal where it's lying beside him on the table in the library carrel he's borrowing.]

'f they don't, we're going somewhere else. Not bothering with lunch at any "Hasmali" place that hasn't got dormice.

[Yawn.]

Hi, also.