[Well, whenever Albert chooses to call it a day and head back home to House 42, he may notice a decidedly irate, bound-and-gagged half-elf, flailing about on the porch. There is a bright red ribbon on the poor kid, as well as a little note stuck on his forehead - ]
"Lost: One kid with excellent cooking skills. Found: On your porch!
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[Assistance would be appreciated, yes.]