She finished penning the words and wrapped the parchment up tightly with a piece of deep red leather. Along the outside, clear if you looked close enough, bore the seal of Magincia in a pitch black wax. Smudges of basic iron littered the edge as she handed it off to Triton, the Seagull. "My dearest Chef, Once more I require your services. I you have the time I would like to request a meeting with you. Please send word of an availability in your schedule and I will do my utmost to fit myself into it. Yours in Fish and pudding, Lynne"