Mirabella walked through the front door, and Delilah shot her a knowing glance.
"Hey, sweetheart, you seem to be in a great mood today," Delilah said with a smile.
Mirabella grabbed a glass of milk from the table, took a sip, and mumbled, "Do I?"
"You do," Delilah insisted, her tone earnest, before heading back to the kitchen.
Mirabella pulled out a chair and sat down, quietly starting her breakfast.
After eating, she went back to her room for a quick wash, then pulled out the list of herbs she had drafted the night before from her desk drawer, pondering for a few seconds.
Then, she grabbed a pen and swiftly added about a dozen more herbs to the list.
Once finished, she deleted the photos of the list she'd taken last night from her phone and took new snaps of the updated, densely-written herb inventory. Soon after, she opened Messenger and sent the picture to her neighbor.
With that done, Mirabella put away her phone with satisfaction and, backpack in tow, left her room.
*
On the other end, when James got the message on Messenger, he promptly replied with a 'Got it' to Mirabella. He then opened the image, scanned the list of herbs, and without much understanding of their uses, forwarded it to Wyatt.
Wyatt had just come in, carrying a bag of freshly baked bagels and cream cheese for breakfast. His phone buzzed as he set the breakfast on the dining table, calling James over to eat while he checked his messages.
His eyes widened as he perused the list of herbs on his screen.
Looking up at James, who had just approached, Wyatt asked hesitantly, "Is this what Ms. Mirabella requested?"
Mirabella's handwriting was flamboyant and distinctive; Wyatt didn't even need to ask to know who had sent the image.
James's expression was as serene as a morning mist, glancing over with a slight nod, pausing for a few seconds before adding, "Make sure it's prepared promptly."
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