[ Yima's smile is warm in the way of a woman well pleased with a child whose come home with an excellent report card. did Misa get a gold star on her last request? maybe!!

and since she did, the Matron is reaching into the folds of her robes to produce something familiar... a certain black notebook with white lettering - unmistakable an instantly recognizable for what it is.

she holds it outward in offer. ]

Though it would please me to sit and eat with you, I'm afraid business calls for me. But...

[ she tilts her head softly, the movement causing ornamentation and jewelry to gently clink, bells jingling, ]

I could not resist being here to deliver this to you in person.