*The flighty owl dropping the note off startles Hestia, who is sitting lazily in her self-dubbed thinking chair with a copy of Spellman's Syllabary in her lap, her cat Tarius curled at her feet. She retrieves the note and begins to read, her curious look turning into that of a smile as she reads the letter. Can I take you out to Florean's for an ice cream? she says aloud as she reads the letter a second time.
It is very rarely that she hears someone exude such natural confidence while being justified as such, and while most men bore her with their prideful inanities, there's something different about this man and this letter. The Handsomer Twin.
Normally Hestia would owl Lily right away to consult on what she should possibly do, but a different sort of excitement stirs within her. She sits at her desk and begins writing back, her normally perfect penmanship suffering only slightly from her shaking nerves.*
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It is very rarely that she hears someone exude such natural confidence while being justified as such, and while most men bore her with their prideful inanities, there's something different about this man and this letter. The Handsomer Twin.
Normally Hestia would owl Lily right away to consult on what she should possibly do, but a different sort of excitement stirs within her. She sits at her desk and begins writing back, her normally perfect penmanship suffering only slightly from her shaking nerves.*
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*He's laughing almost too hard to yell. Almost. But he's got big lungs.*
SHE THINKS YOU MIGHT BE HANDSOMER THAN ME WHICH MEANS SHE ISN'T HALF SO BRAINY AS I THOUGHT PITY THAT ISN'T IT
*Somehow during all this bellowing he manages to scrawl a reply and send it off with Nugget.*
Ms. Jones,
Spiffing. How's this Saturday at three?
Cordially Yours,
Mr. Gideon R. Prewett
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IT MEANS SHE'S BLOODY BRILLIANT, BUT I DUNNO WHAT WRITING HER ABOUT ME SAYS ABOUT YOU, MATE.
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