It's been over three years since I even thought about updating this, so I might as well bury it. Rest in peace, Royally Ruffled Feathers.

First, the notes. They're as jumbled and out of order as usual, but I tried to tidy up at least a little bit.

(Gilda wakes with a mild hangover, but ignores it as best she can when following BB to go deliver some bad news and drop off a small stack of important-looking letters somewhere. She meets Luna later that night?)

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