The Frumpy Fairy Godmother blinks at Capt. Hamp.
"Uh, hullo, uh, when did you arrive, and would you like something to eat?"
Capt. Hamp, looking a bit disconcerted at having been recognized by The Frumpy Fairy Godmother, quickly approches her, surreptitiously slips her a note, and fades back into the shadows of the anteroom. The Frumpy Fairy Godmother, taken somewhat aback by the conduct of the young, handsome and debonaire captain, slowly turns away from the other people in the room, who are all involved in inane chatter and totally unaware of what just transpired. Making sure she is not being observed, The Frumpy Fairy Godmother retrieves the note from where she had secreted it in her sleeve, and reads the following:
"My Dear Frumpy Fairy Godmother,
I sincerely apologize for not communicating with beforehand, since it is imperative that no one be aware of my true identity. I have been selected by the CRS* to closely monitor the activities and conduct of one of your associates, a somewhat sickly, occasionally good natured, harry faced coosie (or cosie depending on who you ask). He is allegedly dispensing recipes without a license, and I am here to determine the truth of those allegations. If it becomes necessary for us to be seen together in public, please do not refer to me as Capt. Hamp. For this operation I've assumed the name "Catastrophe", and the rank of Maj. Please don't blow my cover. Slim is the only other person aware of what is in this note. *CRS = Coosie Regulation Services."