Ian Russell & Jonathan Crane (strawed) wrote in doors,
[Note]
[The note comes upon the door of the room he's given her, linen paper folded in thirds and sealed with a blood red wax. His handwriting is an elongated scrawl, elegant in its own way.]
Iris, You don't need to ask so formally for such a thing. I have told you that you may consider this your home for as long as you wish. And there is no need to thank me for the use of my kitchen, and I insist that you take what you wish. Perhaps you will join me for dinner tomorrow evening. Just you and I? Yours, Ian