[Myr's pleasant social smile widens to something more earnest at the sound of his visitor's voice. He accepts the present with a glad little murmur, and steps back from the doorway.

The wormipede, satisfied in her temporary curiosity about the visiter, loops back around on herself and pads off deeper into the cottage.]

Of course, messere! It's good to hear your voice. Let's retire to the garden for that--Caster keeps it warm year-round.

[And a Faun is always at his happiest out in nature, or as much of it as could be fitted into a city garden. Myr takes another step back from the doorway and gestures Jin Guangyao into the house. The door to the garden is obvious at the back of the room they're in.]

As it happens, I'd wanted to speak to you about something...