The young adunian let loose a bout of laughter followed by wheezing and then hacking as she lifted a hand. Lightly pounding at her chest as she had managed to choke upon the pie she had been eating when reading the missive. "Oh, how kind and benevolent the fool has made himself to be seen," Ailsa coughs, going to finish her meal as she once more flung the paper in the fire. "I miss my uncle, he can nay be returned."