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Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[When he wakes, Rip is at first alarmed to discover the slight changes that signify someone has in fact broken into his room. That dismay morphs quickly into annoyance, however; he knows more than one thief, so he supposes it had only been a matter of time before one of them decided to bypass the locked door most would consider a decent enough request for privacy.

Yet it would seem the intentions were well-meant; Rip hardly needs any time at all to examine the bottle before realizing the value of it. Never mind that its true origins no doubt lie in the magic of one of the closets; someone had put true thought into getting him this little gift.

The meal is the largest hint, of course, and the note cinches it. She may not have signed her name, but Lisa has left her mark nonetheless.

Hours later, after the food has been eaten and the whiskey generously sampled, Lisa would find a plain white envelope slid under her door. Inside is a note written in a neat and careful script, purposely formal out of consideration for both the break-in and the fact his room still smells faintly of shrimp:]

Dear Miss Snart:

Meaningless though the holiday may be, it is indeed the thought that counts. You'll no doubt be pleased to know your goal was achieved: you gave me reason to smile today, if but for a moment.

For that, I am thankful.

Warmest regards,

Capt. Rip Hunter