Dearest L
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‘Geometrically pleasing cufflinks.’ L, you treasure. That poor gentleman is probably still pondering what you meant. (Though if it was an accident rather than an intentional flirtation, then I believe you’re right that it should not be counted toward dare number three.)
Now then, this sudden interest in my warmth-pilfering guest is fascinating. All these carefully casual questions about her impression-making abilities and magical qualities. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were experiencing a touch of … something. Could it possibly be jealousy?
Sweet L, are you perhaps worried that some charming visitor has captured my attention? That while you’re off complimenting geometry, I’m here sighing over some enchantress who’s stolen the very temperature from my halls?
Rest assured, there is no one who stirs such warmth in me as you. (You should have seen me when you so cleverly turned my improper honey remark back upon me. I was positively burning.)
Though I must say, this new slightly possessive version of you is rather captivating.
Thoroughly amused,
R
Dear R,
Possessive? That’s absurd. I’m merely conducting academic research into the phenomenon of atmospheric theft. It’s a serious matter that probably deserves formal study.
And I’m certainly not worried about enchantresses capturing anything of yours. You’re free to sigh over whomever you please. I’m sure she’s lovely, this warmth-burglar of yours. Probably never says awkward things about geometry or hides behind statues.
Actually, now that I consider it, she sounds exhausting. All that temperature manipulation and impression-making? Some of us prefer to leave rooms exactly as warm as we found them, thank you very much. It’s called courtesy.
I’ve decided I don’t like her. Not because of any possessive feelings, you understand, but on principle. Anyone who goes about stealing atmospheric conditions is clearly not to be trusted.
Academically yours,
L
My dearest L,
There is nothing left for any enchantress to steal—you already have it all.
R