At that moment, Wolfram gently taps on the open door of the hospice with a thick book, slipping in as he slips the tome into his robes. He gives a bit of a start at Mary, clutching his covered arm to himself before realizing he's doing so and merely shifting it behind his back. Still, no need to have the child be told this a second time. "Ah, Miss Mary, how glad I am to see you here. You see, I've been a bit worried about whether or not the ducks that wander the grounds have recently been getting enough mat in their diet. They're often in the gardens and I would hate to think any harm might befall them from overeating plants. If you wouldn't mind, could you take them some sausage from the kitchens?" Turning with a smile, he nods to Mary. "And I'm certain you'd know better than anyone if anything was wrong about our feathered friends, right Mary? Not to mention with how they like to wander, if anyone could find them it would be you."