At about five o'clock in the afternoon the day after this, a plain cardboard box with "#705" scrawled in black sharpie on its lid is deposited outside the named apartment. It contains a dozen snickerdoodle cookies wrapped to a plate with saran wrap, a plush microbe wearing a miniature sweet hat, and a handwritten note that reads as thus:
Arr, Captain-
Here be rations for ye ta ward off the scurvy, and the face o' Blackbeardia. He's yer spitting image.