"Well said. I would be more than happy to join you. I will send word of my delayed return to my household." The Socialite gently nudged the stoat awake and offered her a pre-fabricated card, having expected an event like this to pull him away. Tularemia scampered off and all but disappeared into the bustle of the morning class. The Socialite turned back towards the Professor with a smile. "I look forward to working with you. With business out of the way, tell me: what drew you to the Correspondence?"