Do you know any archaeologists? I met one earlier today and was wondering if you knew her. I know that's not your specialty, but I figured — scientists and all — you'd be more likely to meet these types at parties or whatnot than I would.
Anyway, I don't know that I really caught her name. Juniper Smith, maybe, or Jupiter Smith. Definitely a J name and Smith was her last name. She said she goes by "Jo." Spent a lot of time recently in South America doing some sort of investigation at a ruin. Know anything about her?
I know a few, some who went on the Avalon Expedition with us, some from other connections. I cannot recall a Juniper or Jupiter smith, however. Or a Jo. So I apologize but I am useless in providing information about any sort of Smith unless it's that sailor bloke Smithy that kept singing sea shantys on the last expedition we went on. He had an awful singing voice but a way with words, that one did.
Planning to invite her along on our next adventure? I've been feeling rather restless of late so would not complain if you had one in the works.
I actually saw Smithy yesterday, believe it or not! He's aboard the King Richard which is just down the pier from us. I'll tell him you said hello.
I don't have an expedition in the works, but I've just been thinking lately it might be time for one. At this rate, though, I'm not sure what the future holds. I'm still technically contracted for India and we haven't left yet, and the Ministry hasn't said a word about letting us go. They might've forgotten about us, honestly.
I didn't invite Miss Smith to go exploring with us, but I think I might've accidentally invited her over to my flat. Well, I did invite her — honestly, I don't know what came over me. And I don't even know her first name. Maybe nothing will come of it. (At this point it seems like it would be best if nothing came of it — I really don't know what I was thinking).
Actually, I guess I did sort of invite her along on an expedition, too. But I think we were both joking.
While you're at it, tell him he still owes me six knuts.
How long have you been waiting? The Ministry likely has their hands full with those stolen artifacts so I suppose it wouldn't be surprising if they have forgotten.
My word, John Alfred Darrow, have you no sense of propriety? I jest but am quite intrigued for you are not the sort to invite random women to your flat. At least, not unless something has changed drastically with your personality since we last met. Which I very much doubt.
We already quested for the discovery of Avalon, perhaps we should search for Camelot itself next.
Well, now I feel as though you're making fun of me — regarding an expedition and my new archaeologist friend, both. Next time I invite a strange woman over I shan't tell you about it (as though there is likely to be a next time — I haven't heard anything from her, by the by, so perhaps there won't even be a this time).
I have heard from the Ministry, finally, so I'll be heading in Monday to find out what they want. Hopefully I'll be off shortly after that — which I suppose means I'll have to write to Miss Smith and un-invite her. Or at least postpone the rendezvous until after India.
I am not making fun of you - at least not when it came to the expedition suggestion - who are we to say Camelot doesn't exist? Muggles think dragons, occamy's and merfolk are a myth and we know they are very much real. They even romanticize their existence.
Please do tell me the next time you do something this interesting - life tends to become a bore. I need to get my kicks somewhere, even if it is by living vicariously through your shenanigans.
Well, that is good news at least. I always felt the sea was more your home than any piece of land so I am sure it will be a good journey.
Say, hypothetically, that you were exchanging letters with a girl that you had an attachment to — not in the formal sense but an agreement of sorts regarding that sort of thing, for the future — and say, hypothetically, that you were having a very non-sentimental sort of conversation in these letters, regarding something that was very serious — life and death, in fact — and then at the end of one of her letters she wrote: "How do you feel about earrings?" With no sort of context surrounding it or anything; just that question all in a paragraph on its own. What would you take that to mean?
Maybe she wants to give you earrings? Some kind of protection charm earrings? Maybe she plans to meet you and bought new earrings? What did you say to her?
About the earrings? I didn't say anything. Why would she want to give me earrings? I'm not planning on piercing my ears, and it's not as though she would have any reason to assume I was.
Maybe she wore new earrings the last time we met and I didn't notice, and that's what this is about. I almost certainly wouldn't have noticed, I think, so it's plausible — but unlikely, as this is hardly the first letter since the last time we saw each other, and she doesn't really seem like the sort to hold a grudge about something silly. And then to bring it up in the closing of a letter.
Do you think it's possible this is some way of asking for me to buy her earrings?