[It's a letter, on ricepaper, with neat brush-ink calligraphy, folded neatly and sealed with something that is not quite wax, a black circle with a red fox silhouette, left beside his door.]
Mr. Elias Bouchard,
I would like to invite you to 5-13 this afternoon for tea. I have an ulterior motive: while Eiffel may have the worst information security of anyone I have ever met, sometimes his sheer volume of allusions and conversational meanders are so utterly impenetrable that he circles right back around to being unilluminating. Therefore, I think it may be best to put my questions to you directly.
*cries* backdated to a few days before the message and everything
Mr. Elias Bouchard,
I would like to invite you to 5-13 this afternoon for tea. I have an ulterior motive: while Eiffel may have the worst information security of anyone I have ever met, sometimes his sheer volume of allusions and conversational meanders are so utterly impenetrable that he circles right back around to being unilluminating. Therefore, I think it may be best to put my questions to you directly.
From Every Spark a Fire,
Jedao