Voicemail.

[chef_chocobro]

"You have reached the voicemail of Ingis Scientia. I am unavailable to take your call at this moment, but if you would please leave a message, I will assuredly get back to you as soon as possible."

**BEEEEEEP**

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[chef_chocobro]

Ignis had been just about to respond to Liliana's first, unfortunately much too late to be helpful text (of course, he knew what was up the moment he pinpointed exactly what that unfortunately familiar leafy rustling was and realized, with a small amount of dread that meant absolutely no offense to the man, that he and Liliana's steward were, indeed, the only two people present in the mansion when it made its appearance), when the next one came in, and then the next, when the expected arrival was delayed long enough for him to start feeling concerned.

"Is everything alri--well, as alright as they can be in the current situation? Do you require assistance?"

There was only the slightest of pauses, just enough for a breath.

"I'm on my way."

If anything, it seemed far wisee than sticking around here, anyway, in case the mistletoe should decide that their first appeasement of it was unsatisfactory after all....

[deathsmajesty]

Her texts continued to remain texts, simply because she wasn't going to have her half of the conversation out loud with Stark present.

The mistletoe is remarkably persistent and is interfering with my Planeswalking somehow. Do let me know when you've arrived, the front door is simply covered in mistletoe, but I can rot it away long enough for you to duck inside.

Liliana was learning how it felt to be a regular person in a zombie movie.

And then, almost reluctantly... Something to eat would be appreciated if you can.