A missive gone awry finally makes its way to the salon inhabitants:
My dearest discerners of roiboos and earl grey,
Let it be known that your letters have lifted my spirits and dark times, and Mistress Gail's silk camisole did wonders for the corset issue. Rest assured that I am still in possession of my corset. And I was able to properly launder my petticoats during my stay with the Spartans. They are surprisingly couth individuals. (Though I have found myself in need of a fan quite oft in their presence, even though it is really not that hot around here...)
Soon, I shall tarry forth, in search of our brave captain, along with 300 of the bravest Spartans. They were most inspired by the stirring speech I gave yesterday. Or it could have been the heaving breaths with the corset. Not sure. In any case, I'm sure we shall recover the captain in good time!
An anonymous missive also reached my hands late in the eve, speaking of dire, noxious odours that plague you all. Please enclosed find several sachets of lavender, hand-carved planks of cedar, and freshly squeezed lemon juice to aide you in your efforts to rid yourselves of vile stench most unspeakable.
Until I next write, I shall think of you fondly as I sip from my mildly chipped teacup, finger extended of course.
In positive spirits and soothed by thoughts of chamomile,
Winks
P.S. I fear I am near out of scones and the heathens around here only eat muffins. A care package with scones, raspberry and white chocolate, would be most appreciated...
My dearest discerners of roiboos and earl grey,
Let it be known that your letters have lifted my spirits and dark times, and Mistress Gail's silk camisole did wonders for the corset issue. Rest assured that I am still in possession of my corset. And I was able to properly launder my petticoats during my stay with the Spartans. They are surprisingly couth individuals. (Though I have found myself in need of a fan quite oft in their presence, even though it is really not that hot around here...)
Soon, I shall tarry forth, in search of our brave captain, along with 300 of the bravest Spartans. They were most inspired by the stirring speech I gave yesterday. Or it could have been the heaving breaths with the corset. Not sure. In any case, I'm sure we shall recover the captain in good time!
An anonymous missive also reached my hands late in the eve, speaking of dire, noxious odours that plague you all. Please enclosed find several sachets of lavender, hand-carved planks of cedar, and freshly squeezed lemon juice to aide you in your efforts to rid yourselves of vile stench most unspeakable.
Until I next write, I shall think of you fondly as I sip from my mildly chipped teacup, finger extended of course.
In positive spirits and soothed by thoughts of chamomile,
Winks
P.S. I fear I am near out of scones and the heathens around here only eat muffins. A care package with scones, raspberry and white chocolate, would be most appreciated...