A rich thick stock of paper is folded and sealed with green wax, bearing an ornate W pressed in. The handwriting is a blocky if careful script, and the note comported to the shop is borne by a small Japanese girl by the name of Hoshi, with a box from the Victoriana pastry shop.
Mid Feb. 1943
To: Baz
From: Dorian E. Windgrace
Dear Mistress Baz,
I write to you as a recent inhabitant of Callisto myself, with a mutual acquaintance, namely Mr. Gastrell, to bid you welcome to the isle! It would be my honour and pleasure to be a friend to you here should you have need of one, and to that end I send along a box of the patisserie's best goods. To me that meant their macarons today, because they are delectable as their texture is sumptuous.
My kindred and I have a shipping business which may be of service in terms of getting goods to your shop, or in sending pieces on to interested parties at other locales. When we meet I shall insist as I have in print, that if I can be of assistance, you've only to let me know. You may send correspondence to our shop on the waterfront, or our home on the bluff overlooking the harbour that we may continue this conversation. Until correspondence becomes amity, I have the honour to be,
Dorian Windgrace
PS stay clear of the fountain when you see large swans afoot!
