[ A package can be found at Richie's doorstep. It's nothing like the stuff Joe is used to sending to people here, but Joe isn't in the mood for games lately, and if he's honest, this is... a different situation entirely.
So there are no games. There's a long-ish black box, and two coupon vouchers tied to the outside of it with navy ribbon. One is for a dozen of anything at a bakery - not whichever one sponsored the booth that provided the snack they met over, but in the same plaza - and the other is for one meal order from a hole-in-the-wall café in the Down, no menu restrictions.
The box itself is plain with no logos, and contains a corked bottle of Duplicity's closest approximation to sauvignon blanc. There's no vintner's seal or label on it, but a small card is included. One side describes the wine's characteristics and history, including a small seal that vows no extraneous chemicals were added to it for 'effect'.
On the other side is a scribbled note. It's a little difficult to read, but can be worked through with a few seconds of effort per word. Penmanship isn't really Joe's strong suit, and he avoids writing by hand whenever possible. This, however, seems the right time for a sorely needed personal touch - at least as personal as he can muster. There's no animosity or ill will to it, but it's still a little awkward. He's always been better with crowds than individuals.
"Condolences.
Sorry if this is impersonal. I don't know if you're the type to need comfort food or not. Don't know what would help or harm in general, but consider this a shot in the dark. I'm truly sorry.
parcel; some days after The Departure™
So there are no games. There's a long-ish black box, and two coupon vouchers tied to the outside of it with navy ribbon. One is for a dozen of anything at a bakery - not whichever one sponsored the booth that provided the snack they met over, but in the same plaza - and the other is for one meal order from a hole-in-the-wall café in the Down, no menu restrictions.
The box itself is plain with no logos, and contains a corked bottle of Duplicity's closest approximation to sauvignon blanc. There's no vintner's seal or label on it, but a small card is included. One side describes the wine's characteristics and history, including a small seal that vows no extraneous chemicals were added to it for 'effect'.
On the other side is a scribbled note. It's a little difficult to read, but can be worked through with a few seconds of effort per word. Penmanship isn't really Joe's strong suit, and he avoids writing by hand whenever possible. This, however, seems the right time for a sorely needed personal touch - at least as personal as he can muster. There's no animosity or ill will to it, but it's still a little awkward. He's always been better with crowds than individuals.
"Condolences.
Sorry if this is impersonal. I don't know if you're the type to need comfort food or not. Don't know what would help or harm in general, but consider this a shot in the dark. I'm truly sorry.
-Joe" ]