Derpy and I softly chat about our past week, keeping a friendly small talk. She talks about some of the packages she had to deliver, and some of the stranger faces she's seem come by the Post Office. She even throws a few questions my way, but seems to lean more on an interest about the Griffon living with me, curious to how she was getting along, and how her brother was doing. She'd delivered a letter for them reporting what had happened, though a response wasn't likely coming back anytime soon.