Re: luke h/wren h
[The movement from behind the screen is almost nothing, just a shifting of something, really, like something slipping to the floor from a table or desk. Shuffle and movement, and the little dog that walks out from behind the screen is a tiny brown terrier, floppy hair in his eyes and his pink tongue hanging out.
He's obviously happy to see Luke, and he yips his way up to Luke with much glee. Around his neck, another note on a string, but he runs out of the bedroom before he can be grabbed. It's a skittish little thing, the dog, and it doesn't let itself be caught until the first floor, and it disappears out the doggie door as soon as the scroll around his neck is removed. For all that trouble, there's only one sentence on the paper:]
Go back to the bedroom.
[In the bedroom, the screen is pulled back, and the tiara and note are gone. In their place, another piece of paper, this one with a fairytale castle drawn on it. Written beneath the castle.]
That's a hint.
[And then in wet ink, obviously just written in the past few seconds.]
I love the tiara. I love how you look in that suit. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Je t'aime.