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July the first,

It has been suggested to me that I might find myself happier here if I were to engage in further enterprise than I have so far made it my business to do. [Which... She'll grant the wisdom in the suggestion at this point. She has no house to run, and keeping the rooms tidy and her and her brother fed keep her busy but not interested.] I have an arrangement with one individual here [she's trying to be very formal, so she shies away from mentioning Richard by name] regarding sewing and repairing articles of clothing in exchange for what he can part with. [Or the promise of future goods.] Firewood and produce, mostly. I should be happy to extend my offer to others for similar terms.

If this service is unnecessary, I apologise for having troubled the good people of Luceti with this.

I thank you all for your time,
Faith Long

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Oh, certainly not. They're not very good, certainly not for a gallery.

[And, well. Because the note does deserve attention:] Who's Clementine?

The same could be said for the ones already there.

Clementine's my kid. Not my kid, that is. I found the girl here and took it upon myself to take care of her. [This is important to always mention. Whilst Effie may find this detracts from him, Jack figures this woman to be a more traditional maternal type. No doubt she'll be impressed by his paternal instincts.]

Oh, how very kind of you. I'm sure she's very grateful. How old is she?

[Jack froze because frankly he had no idea. Children were hard, especially for an immortal with so little experience with them. One tends to forget how quickly kids age.

So he hazarded a guess:]

Seven.

I'm glad she has someone to look after her.

Someone had to do it. I'm just glad I was able to keep her from being found by someone who might mistreat her.

That is certainly a relief, sir. It wouldn't do to have a child mistreated at all, much less in a place such as this.

You are too right. So, Faith, when's a good time for you?

Perhaps we could arrange a time tomorrow? [Her afternoon has just been claimed, and it's not something she minds at all.]

Tomorrow sounds fantastic. Should I be at your place?

[She has to remind herself, as she often does, that people here are very casual with one another.]

I'm in Community House Four, on the first floor. I'll meet you in the common area for the floor, perhaps?

[Ah. The common area. Out in the open. Well, he'd make do.]

Building Four. I'll see you then.

I look forward to it, sir.

And thus tomorrow, one Jack Horner did arrive most punctually at the designated dining room of choice. He looked exceptionally good in his slacks, button-up shirt, and blazer. Though a tie had been sorely tempting, he ultimately chose not to wear one. It was important to look good, but not to go overly formal. This was just a dinner date, not a prom night hookup. Fortunately, it didn't matter what he wore, because his innate Jack-ness meant he looked absolutely fantastic in it. The kitchen seemed to sparkle less around him in a way that seemed to suggest that they felt rather ashamed for being in the presence of someone so much better and it would be better to not be noticed.

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Preparing dinner for someone else (especially when the dinner was payment for a future endeavour) was, to say the least, difficult without domestic help. Which was why Faith, busy at the stove she'd had to be taught to use some time ago, did not immediately notice her company. She was dressed fashionably (for her era) but with the utmost modesty and lack of presumption. Where Jack saw this as a dinner date, she saw it as a sort of professional meeting.

The table was set for two, but it might have seemed laid for eight. A vegetable soup was already on the table, covered with a clean cloth in an effort to try and keep it warm. Inside the oven, which she was just turning to a very low temperature to keep the meat warm without burning anything, was not only a dressed lamb dish but two "Cornish hens" that had to take the place of pheasant, as she had none at present. Breads and jellies were on the table, and there was a pot of tea.

When she finally turned away from her work at the oven, she saw the man standing there and offered a smile.

"Mr Horner?"

Jack had lived through the very same era Faith had and although he did enjoy it at the time, he never once missed the fashion and style of it. For instance, he would have much preferred to find his 'date' in a classy tight black dress. Not the complicated mess of clothing he found her in. But he reminded himself that she was still very attractive and that he was Jack Horner. Before long, she would adore him. And after that...

"In the flesh. And you must be Faith. I've got to say, the journals don't do you justice."

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