Tycho had not really been sure what to think when he had gotten Fords missive. Had something happened at the Greengrass home? He didn't feel comfortable inquiring through care of the Ministry. So he had kept his letters purposely clear of his usual romantic flair. He did not want Ford to come under fire at work because of him. He was worried as the weeks went on. It had been a long while but at least the flower arrangement he had gotten for Ford was keeping thanks to the enchantments Tycho had put on them.

He had been cleaning his collection of crystal balls when he heard Fords voice. Going downstairs, he made a show of dramatically gasping. "My dear lovely Ford, I had almost forgotten what you looked like," he teased. "Then again, it is almost because you were quite the star in my dreams." He left it up to Ford how to interpret how dirty he meant that to be.