[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UWGCWGx.png?1[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=F7976A]Bianche, Verdi 27, Dami-Zept 54, 2:30 HO[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
Penny furrowed her brow. Somebody had written a list of... [color=F7976A][i]reagents...groceries...[/i][/color] on her course registry form. Truly, she was glad to be seated. She had stuffed the forms in her satchel without much thought, exhausted, hands full with her crutches, and eager to be off of her foot. Now, however, she had a mystery to solve. [color=F7976A][i]Lemon, vinegar, alum, quill... [/i][/color]The girl blinked, recognizing something about those items. Arcel had mentioned some of them when talking about the correspondence she was to deliver for him. [color=F7976A][i]They would be...[/i][/color] She paused, glancing around momentarily to see if anybody was paying her very much attention. [color=F7976A][i]Yes! That was it! All of these have to do with invisible ink![/i][/color]

She was seated at a table with her group and three others. She recognized most of them from yesterday's celebrations, including one of the other Perrench girls she'd sat with and... Leon Solaire had excused himself, along with Onarr. She couldn't help but wonder why a bit, but she supposed they had their own business to attend to and it would not do well to be nosy. [color=F7976A][i]This is some sort of coded message from one of my brother's people.[/i][/color] She was certain. Anesin was beside her and Penny had thought about mentioning the list to her. Instead, all that had taken place was a handful of awkward, anxious glances over, a moment of fleeting eye contact, and a blush. Presently, the Perrench girl was busy stuffing her face in a most unladylike manner, waiting for a conversational or situational rescue. The hall was great and cavernous, filled with the hum of conversation and the clatter of cutlery. Her world seemed small, though, now: focused. [color=F7976A][i]Ingredients for invisible ink written on my page! Surely, that had a purpose![/i][/color] Was it Arcel who wanted something from her, one of his contacts, or another matter altogether?