Two hobbit women sit near a fire wearing dresses with mugs of beer and plates of roast pig in front of them.
"You know this is starting to get ridiculous," Donnamira says. "When was the last time you got mail?"
"It's been months now," Celosia says "though I admit to never having a need to receive mail."
"I do. I want to hear about my nieces and nephews in buckland. I have no idea how Prisca keeps up with all those kids, especially little Marigold. That trouble maker is always giving her parents fits."
"Oh what did she do now?"
"Lately who knows," Donnamira says "but I know she used to like to run around the forest tempting something to eat her. If she thinks a wooden sword is going to save her she's a fool."
"Maybe she's just been too busy to write. Combe is pretty far from buckland so the mail would take forever anyway."
"It's not just that I don't even get mail from my aunt and uncle in Archet anymore."
"I wonder if there's a problem with the Quick Post," Celosia says.
"Who knows they might just be too lazy to do their jobs."
"It might take someone slapping some common sense into them before mail starts moving again."
"I wonder how backed up the mail is at this point," Donnamira says. "I bet every member of the Quick Post has a bag of mail for another town just sitting around."
"How does anything get done with them not doing their job. I mean how could you know when someone is throwing a party without getting your invitation?"
"That's right. I need to plan my birthday party but how will people know to show up at the right time if I can't mail them."
"You may need to talk with everyone one person at a time," Celosia says. "That's a lot of walking you'll be stuck with."
"I don't want that. I hope someone fixes the Quick Post soon."