Verity smiled back, glad to see that in the end, it seemed that Lettie was still Lettie. When he tried to remember her brothers name Verity was worried she wouldn't be able to, but was pleasantly surprised. She grinned, happy and proud. "Yes, Thomas," she said with a smile.
"You had a book, a scrapbook with pictures and tokens and all of your stories written down, it's probably at Capper Castle, that's your home. You were traveling, flirting, partying, and generally having a good time. Actually, I was fairly surprised that you'd left for so long over just your brother, but you've always been a free spirit."
She smiled at the photograph, "we all do, don't we? I suppose Miles has told you that there is a war going on? It was a nice break from that for awhile."
The sudden pronouncement of the word 'sleepover' caught her by surprise but as Lettie kept going Verity realised she was remembering something. She smiled and nodded. "Yes, we all lived at school, you, Ginger, and myself were in the same dormitory together. Hair was a bit of an obsession with us I think," she smiled warmly. "We also talked about boys, gossiped about other girls, did our nails... Typical girl things, I think."
Verity nodded, glad that Lettie didn't seem worried about being overwhelmed. She didn't like the idea that she'd just forget again though. "Well, where to start then, hm?" She looked to Montague and suggested that he go see if Miles wanted a bit of company for a few so that they could 'girl talk'. He seemed reluctant of the idea, even if he had been quiet.
"Is there anything in particular you'd like to hear? Current gossip, stories? It looks like Miles has all of the close friends covered..." She summoned a peice of parchment from the writing desk and moved to sit next to Lettie. As efficiently as she could she began to unfurl the information she thought most important about the society they lived in. Who was married to who, children, friendships, that sort of thing. She didn't provide too much detail, but wanted to supplement what Miles had already given her.
"I think perhaps I'll need to come by more often and tell you whatever you'd like to hear. I'll admit to liking to talk," she said warmly. "And feel free to ask me anything you'd like to know or are fuzzy about, ok darling?"