Warded to Pandora
This day is never going to end, is it? His mother sent a nice little note to Jane, very polite and full of the usual rigmarole, but - at the bottom of the matter - wanted her to know that their family wasn't too terribly interested in making a match with us, though she hoped it wouldn't offend us to hear it. So, of course, Jane owls me, wanting to know what she's on about, and I had to explain the whole thing.
I'm done with blind dates, Dora. Look where they get me! I didn't even get a good lunch out of it. One anemic salad and a terrible wine. He couldn't pick a good vintage if it dressed up and did the can-can.
I'll come around 6, say. That way, I'm not too tempted to open the Firewhiskey here.
And no matter what Caduceus tells you, I did give him treats before he left. He liked them enough to try and go through my desk to find more. Squawked like he was dying of starvation when I sent him off. I'll have to send you some. Rolf Scamander over at the Bestiary swears by them.