From the look on Erin's face when she stops stirring the sugar into her coffee? No. Good eye, Ferrier.
(How did she guess?)
She's an elderly lesbian.
(Right, that.)
"...I will need to trouble you for a pen and paper."
Erin writes oddly. The bones of very sharp and clean handwriting is there, but she's out of practice; slow to write, letters oddly far apart, and a tendency to press down on the paper in a way that uses too much ink.
Whenever Crabb wakes up she'll find Erin's top on the bed next to her with the note on it, reading:
Honoria,
I have a habit of early rising. Coffee should be ready if the pot survives me, which it may well not, and I might step out to quest for food if Mdm. Ferrier doesn't have an idea on that beforehand.
Warning you in advance that she met me wearing your shirt, which I am stealing. My shirt now.
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(How did she guess?)
She's an elderly lesbian.
(Right, that.)
"...I will need to trouble you for a pen and paper."
Erin writes oddly. The bones of very sharp and clean handwriting is there, but she's out of practice; slow to write, letters oddly far apart, and a tendency to press down on the paper in a way that uses too much ink.
Whenever Crabb wakes up she'll find Erin's top on the bed next to her with the note on it, reading:
Honoria,
I have a habit of early rising. Coffee should be ready if the pot survives me, which it may well not, and I might step out to quest for food if Mdm. Ferrier doesn't have an idea on that beforehand.
Warning you in advance that she met me wearing your shirt, which I am stealing. My shirt now.
Yours,
Erin.