Well, she's done a fine job of it. I'll send it along to you.

[And Sir Weatherby flys into the frame just as she says it, having done the errand a few times today. He lands on her shoulder and she chuckles, reaching up to stroke over the owl's feathers as she asks.]

You must miss her and really, there's no point in me keeping it. Actually, I was wondering if you could help me suss out who— [And behold the picture of Gaius.] —this bloke is? It was sort of underneath the other one, picked up both by accident. I know the chances are small, but.