"Okay, but keep in mind if he's annoyed with you he can keep circles open for you."

"I don't want to take summons for a while anyway, I'm going to be organizing the strike."

Hug. "It's your call."

So to Richard Moon's they go. He knocks.

A different guy answers the door. "Hi?"

"Hi, is Richard Moon in?"

"Who's asking?"

"Minor Way, he knows me."

"Just a minute." The door closes, he retreats into the house, there is a delay, he comes back. "Rick's not home."

"Thanks, do you know when I should come back?"

"I think you shouldn't unless he invites you."

"I actually mostly just want assurance that he's not going to invite me, honestly."

"I can't predict the future."

He crosses his arms. "Your friend locked me in his closet for a week. If he wants to avoid each other in future, that's fine. If he wants me to leave him alone while he can steal me away from my life and keep me exhausted and hungry and gagged until the police make him stop, then that's not fine."

"He's not home. Bounce off."

He looks at Timothy. Timothy nods. Richard Moons in this house right now?

There's one.

He holds it up, rolls his eyes. "Can you give him a note when he, ahem, gets home?" - Timothy - yup - note.

It says "if you're worried about what I'm doing I can try to make it safer? add disclaimers or something? just please don't do that again. it was really really horrible.'

"This isn't 2120 when random people could mail anyone they wanted physical objects and I don't know why you think I might be a retired mailman."

"I could appear it right next to him but I think that might freak him out."

"You could get your summoner cited for home invasion, doesn't make me want to run your errands."

He sighs. He turns around. "Timothy, I want to look up where Moon works."

"Why? Terrible people continue being terrible people."

"I want to get a job there."

"You're underage and there might be rules about having the right to work here or something."