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The basket smells heavenly, no doubt laden with all manner of culinary delights. The papers tucked into its side, rather unexpected. Arianna can't read them from this angle...
"A goodbye present," Regina offers, "and an insurance policy."
When Arianna tilts her head questioningly, she continues, "Those are my copies of Apicius's recipes. You bring 'em back to me safe and sound, you hear?"
Arianna's eyes widen. "I shall protect them with my life, Dame Regina!"
"Not this 'Dame' business again..."
Their hands brush as Regina hands over the basket. Arianna can feel how her fingers tremble. "Just come home, okay?"