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Benedict does not look up fast enough to catch, and the small bundle lands to nearly skid off his desk, but he manages to grab it in time. His look at Bastien is questioning, perhaps a little incredulous, until he unfolds the cloth and hears what he has to say.

He opens his mouth, thinks a moment, closes it.

"It wasn't easy for you," he says measuredly, carefully, "being forgotten."