WHO: Tracey and Padraig NPC: --- WHAT: Tracey decides to bring dinner by, unexpectantly. WHEN: November 8 WHERE: Paddy's cottage.
Tracey was beginning to think that chucking her journal into the rubbish bin actually wasn't that great of an idea. After all, they were damn useful for communication if you ignored the raging idiocy on them, and she could have used that right now. Since her owl was currently sending something to her father, and the bright idea to show up outside of Paddy's cottage had really been on a whim, a journal would have been a good way to call ahead.
She had the night off, so she'd cooked, like she normally did, by the time she was done she realized she had far more lemon chicken risotto, rice, and steamed veggies than she would eat on her own. So she reached into the cupboard pulled out some containers and with a flick of her wand had the food packed up.
She would claim that when she saw the abundance of vegetables that she thought of him because she'd been hard pressed to find any the last time she'd been in his house. She'd also claim that it was because she was a healer and wanted to make doubly sure the people protecting them were getting proper nutrition. Then again, it sure as hell wasn't like she was making anyone else dinner. So with a breath she tossed on a coat, loaded her arms up, and apparated right to his porch. Really, it was rude to just show up, but if he was busy she could just... drop it off. If he wasn't home, she could just leave, no harm no foul. So she knocked and waited.