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[ Better than real. The words are an unexpected salve. Giles takes out the little card and turns it over, gazing at it with a fond smile. After a moment's thought, he slips it into the inner chest pocket of his jacket to keep it safe, then immediately goes to the desk by the window where he can sit and pen a response. ]

Amy,

I have to admit I was more than a little nervous about sending that letter, so to receive a response, and such a wonderful response, is a pleasure in so many ways. I find nothing silly about any of your actions or decisions — except perhaps, if you can grant me a moment of self-deprecation, the ways you have been so very complimentary to an old washed up librarian. Being allowed to fill the empty seat beside you at breakfast is always a gift, especially since it means we can divide and conquer the jam and toast (I've been promised blueberry jam tomorrow, so we have that to look forward to).

I've also decided that I will encourage you as much as possible when it comes to choosing our next rendezvous, since I very much would like to see you again in that context, as often as possible. I know what you mean about feeling like a teenager again — only the girls at my school weren't half as intriguing and gorgeous as you, and I'm not sure that you would have given the young Rupert quite so much of your time (there was an unfortunate amount of tedious teenage rebellion involved, I'm afraid).

At this point I would like to list some of the things I have imagined doing to you, with you, and you to me, but I'm afraid I might run out of paper, and I think I'd like to demonstrate in person in any case.

Yours,
Rupert

P.S. This token — how soon will it expire?

[begot]

[ On the occasion of a second letter, Amy finds a gilt box in which to keep their correspondence. Premature, maybe, but in alignment with the degree to which she looks forward to them (to seeing him). Something more appropriate than leaving them loose, when such a swell of— whatever it is, warm and thrilling, like electricity running through her nerves, is worth keeping close. ]

Rupert,

What a dilemma you've put me in. Do I tell you that I think "librarian" is the only applicable descriptor in the bunch, or do I let you continue laboring under the delusion of my endless generosity in allowing your modesty to go uncontested? Maybe I'll sidestep the question entirely, and instead tell you how much I like that phrase: "divide and conquer." We do make a good team — the toast never stood a chance.

And who knows? They say opposites attract, and I was a model student. A little rebellion, tedious or not, might have done me good (though you'd run the risk of being immortalized by my parents).

But that's enough about the past. I find I'm quite excited for the future. Think I could steal you away for some breakfast in bed? If you'd allow me the indulgence, I think I'd be happy to spend all day under the covers with you, and we'll need that much time to address even a fraction of what I've been thinking about you, anyway. We can save my planetarium fantasy for later.

Yours,
Amy

P.S. Another dilemma! This one, though, is one I think I'll let you answer for yourself:
1) Desperately soon, within the next hour.
2) Never, to be set aside for redemption on a rainy day.