*That's a bit ominous, in Arthur's opinion. If it can't be put in a letter, it's probably serious - and coming by the office means Fabian doesn't want Molly any the wiser about whatever it is. Standing at the window, he glances over his shoulder to where she's reading to the older boys - she said not to keep things from her, but he isn't, he reasons. Fabian is. He's just respecting that.
Right. Conscience settled, he dashes off a return note on the same slip of parchment and sends Nugget back, hopefully before being gone too long from story time.*
*Molly catches Arthur's glance in her peripherals, and looks up at the next break in what must be her one-thousandth-reading of Babbity Rabbity. It's difficult to say exactly how she manages to blow a kiss with both hands otherwise occupied, but it's managed all the same.*
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Right. Conscience settled, he dashes off a return note on the same slip of parchment and sends Nugget back, hopefully before being gone too long from story time.*
Fabian,
Of course, any time. Hope everything's alright.
Arthur
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