Erin was on her way to the new house, just to check on its progress. She approached the door and the note with a frown. Notes usually meant something bad from the contractor. She plucked it off the door and unfolded it. A smile spread across her face. It was sweet, and a bit bumbling.. she loved it.

Things had been such a mess, and Erin so preoccupied, that she hadn't really noticed Bastian that way. She figured him a passing distraction.. but, none of the other passing distractions had sought her out. At home no less. She tucked the letter in her pocket, passing through the door and into the house. A brief walk through... everything in order... and she went up to her new room.

It was large, the size of two or three of the regular sized rooms at the inn. In the center was a canopy bed, with pale pink curtains. On the right was a vanity, bottles and powders. On the left was a small writing table paper already laid out. Across from the bed was her dresser. Erin walked over to the writing table and sat down. She scribbled a note, her handwriting spidery, almost like 19th century script.

-Bastian.

I got your letter today. I would love to take a walk with you, and perhaps talk some more. I'm in the area around lunch time each day, just to check on contractors and start moving my things. Perhaps tomorrow we should meet for lunch? There's a great place around the corner from here that I often stop at. If you get this, just meet me on the porch here at noon tomorrow. I'll wait for about a half hour. If not this time, perhaps soon?

The Grand Duchess Erinalle Victoria of Albion :)

PS. You're crazy, those are very stone, very sweet gargoyles.

Erin had to do a lot of asking around to find the right house. But she did. And the note was left on his door then.