After the stress of last week, it seems Edea has been indulging in some therapy baking. She makes three deliveries, each box wrapped in light blue paper and containing a note.
"Zell, darling, I hope everything is well with you and yours. Especially your ill little one. I've found that nothing helps rejuvenate one so well as good food. Love, Edea."
"Seifer, enclosed is a fresh batch of raspberry fudge. Please save me from them lest I gain thirty pounds before the week is out. I hope they bring as much cheer to you as they do to me. Sincerely, Edea."
"My little lion, I am sure you do not need any reminders that your birthday is approaching. Would you be interested in taking an overnight holiday out of town to escape some of the more prolonged congratulatory festivities? Let me know. Love, Edea."