sorry for lack of update. been a bit ick. so might be more typos then normal. also I use italic and bold in this chapter to denote somthing. personally its not my favorite to read either, so if struggling let me know and I'll edit back to plain text x

"You forgot something, Angus?"

"Pardon?" Angus blinked.

"I said you forgot something?" Dotty frowned, from behind the till again.

"more like he's lost someone. You missed your chance there Ango!"

"Be quiet, Twinkle." Dotty scolded then turned back to Angus. "You've just been standing spacing out there like that for a good half minute. I thought you'd be off by now?"

"No. No - just nearly went without getting something to eat." Angus lied, making his way to the queue. Twink, who'd sniggered and made a lewd waggle of eyebrows at him behind Dotty's back. Annoyingly Twinkle is right. Angus had missed her.

He finds out later what Lucretia's deal was coming in like that. But only after his anxieties chew up his insides during his short wait in the queue. Angus 'brought' his own chai; and a cheese scone, the ones that were more like slabs in size. (Brought in the sense that staff discounts were always brought on tick with the understanding that they didn't go mad, Mrs Cosie never collected and the customers never realised one of the perks of the job was free food.) And Twink sends him off with a friendly "never mind she was way too old for you and out of your league, Angus."

Angus waved back then sighed as he made his way out via the back way to where he'd parked his bike in the mill's little courtyard.

As he unhitched his sactual however Something In his bag is Warm to the touch. Warm enough to feel through the leather of his bag. Angus opened the bag, surprised then A grin spread across his face when he saw what it was. He tucks his cheese scone in its waxed paper in a separate pocket of the bag, buttons it back up and pops it in the basket of his bike along with the cup in its custom holder. Angus Cycles back towards the school, then takes a detour through the park then pulls up to the nearest bench. Parked up, Angus opened his bag and Pulled out a book.

A thin little book that chimes a little 'TING' as he finds a note in the back page. This was his journal, the one he'd been given last candle nights. The birds, bar merle, are all excellent gift givers. But His Notebook of Far speech had been one of the best ideas yet. Kudos to Dad-mus and his other dads on that one.

It had been nearly eight months and it still always had the same number of pages; no matter how many Angus wrote in or ripped out. More importantly sending magical notes was much quicker than conventional letters. Especially in sending them into places where stones of far speech couldn't reach. Like the Astral Plane to ask what the Reaper Squad wanted for dinner.

Or in this case, possibly to the moon and back.

Angus sat down on a park bench to read, nibbling on his scone, His own flask of tea next to him. Lucretia's note in her neat quick print with a cursive flourish on capital letters, takes up two pages, and is as neatly as if written on lined paper not plain. As they always were. A little more flowery and a little less swearing in her prose, too. He wonders if she'd even written it sitting across the shop from him in the tea room? But no, maybe only as she'd arrived home via cannon ball.

"Dear Angus MacDonald (the world's greatest detective and best coffee maker)," It began, before a less formal:

"Hello little bear. I just wanted to say, I am sorry for earlier. Lup has REPEATEDLY recommended The Old Mill Tearooms to me this past week (she is right, it's a lovely little spot.) And I know it's a regular of some of the Bruere team. So, I thought as I was on Faerun side today I would check it out while I was nearby?

Lup hadn't mentioned you working there so I was very surprised to see you. I must admit I'm afraid I let my curiosity get the better of me on that one so I decided to stay in. I realised while I was there with my second drink that showing up like that might have been the last thing you wanted while at work and then sticking around was a bit of a dick move on my part. Especially if it wasn't good timing with the lunchtime rush.

So yeah, I'm sorry. And the others are very sorry too. I got a telling off from Killian when I arrived back at base and told them where I'd been. And then she told me what had happened with them ."

Lucretia's writing suddenly cut off, with a squiggle of ink going from that last m to right off the page. As if the book had been swiped out from under her.

Quite probably was; as underneath in Carey's hand was the short sentence that took up most of the page.

"Hey kiddo. Sorry for yesterday! We didn't mean 2 embarrass you or get you in any shit with the boss. Hope you can forgive us. See you. Love the bob boobs."

She's even put dots in the o's. Either boobs or eyes.

"They're very sorry, I think. I'll make sure to get a takeaway next time I visit." Lucretia's writing continued. Angus could imagine the hard look she was giving the rogue. You didn't just grab a book out from Aunt Lucy, sneaky or not.

"Better yet, tell me what days you are off? Then I can avoid throwing you off kilter. I wish you the very best of luck with this new venture and your next exams; though I'm sure you'll excel at both, as always. And if Lucas is working you too hard I can talk to him? Will I see you at Merle's BBQ? Hope you can make it.

Love you.

Yours, L x

PS, also "Bob boobs" ? Do I want to know?"