PFSB: It hasn't been months at all!

[riddleofthebelow]

It might seem like it's been much longer, but it's really only been a month or so since Tom had the free time to make his way to Milliways. A few weeks ago, Egress picked up a nasty case of dragon pox on an outing to Diagon Alley. This required some strict quarantine spell protocols, which took more time to research than Tom had anticipated, and several trips to St. Mungo's that further delayed her parents' usual busy schedules. She's well now, and back to her ebullient self. But just as she was getting better, a trade contingent from Paris Below got lost in the wild marshes of Walthamstow thanks to negligent guidance by a poorly chosen bravo, and that took all manner of soothing and sorting out as the ripple effects of the incident spread through the Underside.

Tom's been quite busy.

Portico's schedule hasn't altered much, thankfully, and Tom has spoken with his son's two tutors in passing at various occasions over this busy time. But this is the first time in a while he's been able to relax at a table with a proper scotch.

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[acrookedpath]

"Tom-gongzi!" He looks up, brightening. "Hello! A pleasure to see you for more than a moment or two. It is neither, actually -- "

Setting his brush aside, he turns the lantern in his hands, showing Tom column after column of characters spanning its paper.

"Did I tell you of the energy-revealing array I created some months ago? I cannot remember."