[So like, Quentin isn't necessarily great at this? And he didn't seek out Eliot's help because he wanted it to be clear this was from him. He saw Huaisang's finder and didn't comment, but...like, yeah, that was obviously fucking fake. And he's got, like, just enough awareness to think he didn't get anything egregiously stupid in this endeavor.]
[So, a care package, in what is likely a repurposed Eater basket, is left on Huaisang's doorstep late in the day the finders were posted. There's some prototypical self-care items: bubble bath, massage oil, one of those face rollers you put in the fridge (enchanted to always be cold, of course) and a bigger version with bumps for your neck. Also a selection of fancy chocolate and tea, a bottle of good liquor, things of this nature. At first it appears unsigned, but once a couple of things have been taken out, a note is found buried that just has a lopsided heart on it and a Q.]
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[So, a care package, in what is likely a repurposed Eater basket, is left on Huaisang's doorstep late in the day the finders were posted. There's some prototypical self-care items: bubble bath, massage oil, one of those face rollers you put in the fridge (enchanted to always be cold, of course) and a bigger version with bumps for your neck. Also a selection of fancy chocolate and tea, a bottle of good liquor, things of this nature. At first it appears unsigned, but once a couple of things have been taken out, a note is found buried that just has a lopsided heart on it and a Q.]