A beautiful, antique decanter set, and a bottle of good Cognac are sitting on Jon's table in his trailer for when he arrives back from the set today. There's a hand-written note on a plain piece of good cardstock, folded gently in half and resting next to the gift. The front says "I'm sorry," and the inside has the following written in Zelda's dainty, practiced handwriting:
Jon,
I know it's all right, I do. I just want you to know I'm truly sorry for being so careless. Please accept this gift. Hopefully when the swelling goes down we can sit together, have a sip, and laugh about it!
Zelda
P.S. I had my father pick the bottle, as I'm not allowed to buy it. I hope this is the good stuff!