Maybe. If she's not a magical type it might not have occurred to her or her special pen pal.

[He chuckles, but figures it couldn't hurt to investigate the matter further.]

Of course, then we wouldn't have the chance to take this nice walk and earn a few coins in the process.

[Up ahead, Maes can see the trail widens into a nice clearing. Maes can also hear running water in the distance. As he crosses into the threshold of the clearing he takes a deep breath, the smell of honeysuckle and other flowers is almost cloying.]

See? It's beautiful out here.