Despite how organized the footman looked, turning promptly to one of his many pockets that looked like it had a whole file system inside to reveal a slip of paper, this must not have been within his typical duties. He had been offering he package to random people, for starters, and now he was also offering Cayde this sheet with another vague blink, just as happy to be rid of it.

Tony jostled the arm around his shoulder, shifting the body up to try to get a better view of the signature, making the frog's head roll from where it had been resting against his chest, to horrendously all the way back. It took some baffled squinting at the illegible lettering for Tony to accept that he couldn't read it, then to notice that the footman was still there and staring at the unnatural bend of their very drunk friend's neck. Abruptly, Tony pushed his head up, keeping it braced while he tried his very natural smile on the staff.