_Within the house, the parcel's intended recipient is last to rise, finding it placed neatly next to her towering piles of research (currently focused around golems and various types of constructs) when she makes her way to the desk at the crack of noon, steaming tea mug in one hand.
Lycka yawns, pale brow lofting at the surprise find. She shuffles some books aside, places the mug precariously at the edge of the desk and opens the parcel, ice blue eyes narrowing slightly as she studies the contents.
The map is unfolded and scrutinized with keen interest before she returns to the note for a second read, muttering quietly to herself._
"At least he isn't -completely- stupid… hrmph..."
Before packing the parcel and a few choice books up to bring with her to work, Lycka halts by the stove, deft fingers snatching up a recipe she had hidden away behind one of the pots. She looks it over, looks at the parcel again, then crumples the mystery recipe up and abandons any plans of cooking up a surprise for dinner.
