A letter for Mrs Strange

[ironicalsmile]

Addressed to Mrs Arabella Strange, and spelled to slip under her door, whatever room she may be in at the time that the letter should happen to be dispatched.

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[colored_gowns]

Arabella, unsure if the letter was meant to entertain, draws great amusement from it anyway. Coming to the kitchen in what she can only presume to be the morning, she greets Jonathan with a laugh.

"Spare me the day when I shall be too preoccupied to take breakfast with my husband."

[ironicalsmile]

Jonathan is already seated at a small wooden table by the window, which looks out over a fragrant herb garden - normally a very pleasant view in the morning, as this was conceived as a breakfast nook, and, with the window facing east, at the usual breakfast time of day the sun should be pouring in streams of gold over the table, the birds should be chirping merrily, the bees should be buzzing comfortably away, and the sweet scents of the thyme and lavender just outside the window should be flooding the whole kitchen

[colored_gowns]

"I do not know them either. But I may promise you that whatever they are, they affect me not in the slightest." She smiles. "Is there room enough for me between those books?"

[ironicalsmile]

He glances at the table in some bemusement. 'Between the-- upon the table? Really, I doubt that, even in this place, that is quite the thing. Is there not a chair?' --at which point he seems to realize that he had filled the second chair with several notebooks and a bottle of ink.

'...ah, yes, just sweep those to the side,' he says. 'No, no, not that-- no, I must keep that just here, I have been thinking of new things to add to the subject all the morning. And do be careful with that page, as well.'