When did you last see Genny?
Do you know her at all? Was her greeting terrible, as it usually was. Did she ask for help, as she often did. Was she in good health, or was she tired and her edges frayed as so often sleepless nights had left her. Had there been a pie put in your hands?
There is pie now, brought to your door, delivered by a boy you may recognize. He is a messenger perhaps, he is quick for certain. If your memory serves you well, he is, or rather, he was an Inquisitory Page. The young Daryl is energetic and smiles, he hands off the deliveries to the doorman, the servants, or simply says nothing and hands it to you. The first of several is delivered to Catch. The second, as promised to the Lady Warden’s man only two night’s prior, is delivered to her. The third is taken to Ariane and the last, well, the last as left at a door. The last is addressed to Rhaena.
On each is a note without sealing, without signature, “A pie is not meant to be eaten alone~”