Labufa sighed. "Listen, Sovelis, I am both tired, and much, much stronger than you. I would like to go back to my bed, and nap, so if you enjoyed what happened last night, and ever want to do it again with anyone, you should move, now." she said, glaring at him for a moment as she put her glasses down.

"Sorry! Want me to fi you something to eat while you finish this stuff up?" he asked as he headed into the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich. "Hey Worru! You hungry?" he yelled.

"No, but if a scribe comes to the door, give him the paperwork." she said, leaving the small room to go to her room upstairs. Worru looked up from where he sat, "Eh, no, Sovelis." he answered lazily.

"You can't tell me that my puny atempt at breakfast stuffed you that much?" Sovelis said as he walked into the same room that Worru sat, a huge sandwich hovering next to his head as he bit into it.

"Nah, I'm just good at going for long amounts of time without eating much." answered Worru. "I'm barely in Tantari, so the free food at the cafe is barely an option, and I barely have any money." he added.

Sovelis walked over to where his cloak and satchel hung, on a strange coat rack. He pulled one of his wallets out and set it on the table. "There. You and your mother can eat for a month with that. I hardly need the money, seeing how I've got a stash hidden away, and a thousand rupees in the bank." he said as he went upstairs to check on Labufa.

Worru looked at the wallet for a moment, taking it and looking it over, before putting it back. It seemed strange why he would do that, and make them breakfast. It all seemed kinda weird to Worru.

The door to Labufa's room was locked, and from inside, sounds of snoring could be heard. Man, could that woman sleep fast.

Sovelis walked back downstairs, and went outside, leaving his his staff, cloak, and satchel inside by the door. "Well, she's fast asleep. And I've got a might sandwich to devour..." Sovelis said as he sat on the doorstep and started to chow down on his lunch.

Worru stared at the ceiling for a moment, before looking around for a scrap piece of paper. Once he did find one, he used a qwill that was in the desk room, and wrote on it.

Dear Mom, I'm going off adventuring. Be back sometime. Love, Worru.

Once he had finished, he put the note on the table, then opened a back window, which he snuck out of, running off into Hyrule Field.

Sovelis didn't know that Worru had left, since he was intent upon his now half-gone, but still huge, sandwich. I wonder where that scribe is, even I'm not late when I need to work...although I need to take that sword to Dentol soon..

Pupupupupupupupupupup...

The noise was familiar to those that lived in Hyrule Castle Town. It was that of a young scribe, a Peter Ostman, running from mailbox to mail box to get everything he needed to deliver to the Castle. He stopped his running in front of Labufa's house, looking down at Sovelis. "Ya! I heard there's some mail here." he said, begining with a trademark word of his. He was about the same height as Worru, with red hair, black eyes, and a large red hat with a picture of a rabbit on the front, along with a strange, yellow thing from beneath the hat. He had a large white tunic on, along with red pants, and was tapping his foot. "So, is there anything for me to deliver?" he asked.

OOC: Yep, my version of the Postman. And, before you say anything about the name, I thought Peter fit him, and it was just my luck that postman starts with a P.

Sovelis opened the door. "Yea. A huge stack of it." he said as he set his food on the table, and went to retrieve the stack as high as himself. He tied it together with a long, thin rope, and brought it outside to the postman. It floated a foot of the ground as Sovelis pushed it to him. "It should stay floating for an hour, so I'd hurry if you don't want to carry it." Sovelis said as his half-sandwich flew back to his hands.

"No need, sir." said Peter, taking off his small red backpack, as he took the entire stack, and stuffed it in it, and closed it, the huge stack not even changing the shape or size of it. "Good day, sir." he said, turning around and pupupuping away.

Sovelis was looking rather confused, since he just saw a stack of paper as large as himself disapear into a small red bag.

OOC: Well, whaddya expect? Him to carry around floating paper?

IC: The home was nearly silent, except for the faint sound of Labufa snoring.