Wysteria has her answer promptly, waiting for her the next morning in the Hightown house kitchen. Presumably deposited after Ellis had seen to the chickens, as the eggs have been gathered, fresh water set out and feed scattered along the ground for the roaming fowl.

Set on her table, beneath a small bouquet of lavender, a piece of tissue-thin parchment detailing the pricing of two books (the larger of the two came at surprisingly low cost, though the receipt bears no particular reasoning for it) in a stranger's wobbling, looping script. Folded around it, a piece of parchment bearing Ellis' handwriting—

Wysteria,

Should you have doubts as to the enclosed accounting, you may ask after my purchases with Jayne, who keeps the small bookshop three streets over from the bakery you favor. She will be happy to tell you of the sale, and likely of the book in question.

But please understand, I am unconcerned with the coin. Am I not allowed to choose a form of repayment that suits me?

— Ellis