Dear Mrs. Gataville,
This morning sun came with great disappointment and bitterness, both in equal proportions, as Ms. Gataville arrived from Lemoling with only one box of the Special Lemon Sugar (and not the two we agreed upon). For her to return and make her way back here will not be of any good, lest if the box isn't in your bakery either, I thought she should stay at my bakery and help me with the preparations for tonight's dinner. I am much concerned about the Captain's whishes not being possible to achieve, but your daughter is a well behaved, well mannered and confident young cat. I am grateful to say we did not expect less from her, and she insisted on baking herself the lemon cookies to compensate her mistake. As to what had happened to the box, believe me that neither her nor me have a clue to where it might be. The Library should not hear about the incident, we both know a box of that Sugar is precious, and more when lost. She shall remain here until tomorrow morning, when all this comes to a fortunate end, and will be arriving at Lemoling not before afternoon.
Besides the box, the Captain, and tonight's dinner, I beg your pardon in advance for what I am about to say, for I shall not talk of this if not asked for. Your daughter, Miss Alico, is trully one of a kind. I might be taking a huge risk by writing you in these terms, but my mouth (or my pen for what matters), just could not resist the temptation. She ought to be free, free from her duties at your bakery, free from the ways of the deliveries, free from the daily struggle of a single job. She had told me in privacy that she dreams to explore the south, the islands where you and I were born and grew, and she still had not yet visited. Forgive my intromission, Mrs. Gataville, for I have said to much, and I sincerely hope Miss Alico would understand that I simply had to let you know what she wants. It would be a tremendous mistake to restrict her from her impulses, now that the age is appropiate. Young gardelins may take the wrong path once in a while, that's the way of doing things for oneself and learning as you grow older. I am convinced that there is a greater and brighter future for Ms. Gataville, her eyes seek more than flour.
The cooking assistants shall be here any second now, I'll come back to you later. Meanwhile, my oldest son and Mr. Morrin, the errand manager, are to go to the forest in search of the so famous missing box. It may be of great help if you could come here, to Chocolat, before nighttime, for you are the only one who can save us in times like this. I would not make it in time for Captain Aderyn's arrival, as my cooking skills are in no way possible as fast as yours. It will be highly appreciated.
Yours truly,
C.G.
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Later, that afternoon.
Dear, Oh Dear Mrs. Gataville!,
Can you believe the Captain?! Or should I say, the owl dressed as one, big and fat and lacking in manners?! For when we were getting ready, starting the preparations for the evening's dinner, a tall, thin, huge winged butterfly-hybrid delivered us some news by the Captain's command. He decided to make a detour, slightly off route, to visit the coast near Charamel! Oh, my poor bakery, what may I do now with all the food, the cookies... I shall send them straight away to the children playing near the Library, that will teach the Captain not to skip my dinners, not anymore! His lightning trips are not to be taken seriously, at least not by me, for Tylluan is exceding himself this time. Oh, Doris, how can my brother be so stubborn? I beg your pardon, please forgive me, but if you are still on time, you might want to come tomorrow morning, for the messenger said that the ship shall arrive not long after sunrise. Tonight's dinner shall be replaced with an austere breakfast, or rather lunch, and you are most welcome. I assure you this is the last time my brother take my meals for granted, Miss Alico has given the best of herself and is far dissapointed at him. She made me change my mind, Tylluan shall be watching us eat the lemon cookies, and not even one will be given to him. I would love to see him dare to grab one, and Gardeling will learn the story of how the supposed great and tender explorer lost a hand, with its feathers and all!
On further news, my son and Mr. Morrin have found the missing box of Special Lemon Sugar, somewhere in between the road in the woods, and unexpectably untouched. I shall use it to make some of my Galet cookies, for I am certain how much my brother loves them. Miss Alico sends her bests wishes to you, Doris, and your husband George, and she is glad to hear that you both (extend my invitation to him, if you may, please) shall be coming in the morning.
Forgive me again for all the troubles I may have caused,
Your humble friend,
Chel Galet.
