Taran is seated quietly at a table with Naoi; Brand is doing flips along the floor. Brand is actually standing now - flips are over for the moment. Instead, he's at the counter. "So, uh, what's good today?" Duhnen descends from the upper floow, rubbing at his forehead lightly with his palm. Distractedly, he peers at a bit of parchment grasped in his free hand, steps thudding softly. Taran notices *them*, however, smiling a bit into his tea. "Mysra," he calls quietly. "I saved you a letter, Mysra." "Quite." Naoi responds, looking back to her book. "I believe, anyway."