Peony had managed to rearrange her day somehow, thanks mostly to the fact that Quenten’s studies were at a point now where she did not require constant supervision. Peony had carved out half an hour the night prior somehow to put together a cake – it was a simple pound cake which she had topped with berries before setting out, for she’d had too little time to attempt anything more ambitious – and this afternoon, in the time she would have generally devoted to her student, she made her way to Shiledwyrm Hall.
Perhaps the box she carried drew curious looks, but in her way she ignored them, her expression just on the pleasant side of neutral as she made her familiar way through the hall and the attached EKP offices to Siana’s door. Shifting the box to balance in one hand – it was not, fortunately, a particularly large cake – she knocked.