When Maevis stopped by later that evening, she found Serendipity fast at work as usual. She was certainly not in a talkative mood either, not that she usually was, but on this particular night, she only made the occasional grunting noise to either agree or disagree with Maevis's questions. This was particularly true when it came to Maevis's inquiries about whether or not there had been any follow up to the letter she had discovered earlier.?She had asked almost immediately if one of St. Nicholas's assistants had ever come to speak with her. Serendipity had made an awful noise in the back of her throat, one Maevis took as either a stern "no" or a complete refusal to discuss the matter, so she had dropped the subject, no matter how badly the urge to press further raged within her.
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