The note is so very Nerva-like, it's downright charming. It did earn a smile to see if left for him.

Twisted Fate arrives per her request, adjusting his hat. "A fine afternoon to you, Nerva." His eyes flick to the package, but he hardly assumes that's for him. Clearly, she has a delivery to make later. "I'm pleased this is becoming a usual meeting spot for us," he says jovially. "What can I do for you?"