*his gaze darting to and fro as he looks for anything resembling a paper bag (in case you start to hyperventilate)* No, no, it's fine, they... *diplomatically* They smell nice.
*shrugs and shakes his head (sorry)* I don't know, Esther. He was just a delivery guy. I don't think he was your guy. *holds up one finger* Hang on.
*goes back to his office to retrieve the card (will just leave the list of instructions in the bin—he doesn't want to come clean about taking any part in this mad scheme, okay? okay.)* There's not much here. *can't help grinning a little as he hands you the note (now that it's clear this is a good morning for you)* Some nonsense about a dragon. *recalling something else then* Didn't your mystery guy say something about dragons before?