[The GalEms report that their darlings have sent the evidence back to their superiors about a day ago. They opted to go for second class delivery for economic reasons.]
'Seriously? I thought they got paid fat stacks of cash to track my ass.'
[From what the GalEms tell me, they spent a majority of the money on gathering information and liquid courage. Both the literal potion and the metaphorical beverages. Regardless, they stated that the delivery is expected to reach its recipient in about a week or so.]
'That...that tracks. Anything else to report?'
[Not really, milord. Although, the GalEms requested that they get sent a care package of some...rather specific ingredients.]
'Dare I ask, what kind of ingredients.'
[Stuff used on wedding nights and honeymoons.]
'Of course...'
