Strawberry tarts were cooling on the windowsill. In the sitting room, Rosafina sat at her writing table, clutching a quill. Quite a few crumbled pieces of parchment were scattered about the floor.
Master Vedoc,
She paused, frowned. The opening at least wasn't giving her trouble.
I was very impressed by your entry in the Pie Competition at the sixth anniversary of Green Dragon Friday
But maybe that was too formal?
I was very impressed by your entry in the Pie Competition at the sixth anniversary of Green Dragon Friday by the pie you entered in the competition last Friday
Better.
I'm quite the fan of apples, myself. In any case, it seemed to me that you would be an excellent judge of this new Strawberry Tart recipe
She scratched this out.
In any case, it seemed to me that you would be an excellent judge of this new Strawberry Tart recipe I was hoping you could give me your opinion on a new recipe I'm trying out. I've sent along some strawberry tarts
She paused again, looked up at the windowsill, and let out a sigh of relief. Still there. You could never be too careful, leaving pies on windowsills.
by quick-post (I've wrapped them very tightly and impressed upon the local delivery lad that they are delicate. Please let me know that all ten arrive safely; if any is missing I shall have to have Words with the postman again.)
Now for the finishing touch.
I do hope you enjoys them, and please let me know your honest opinion. I am hoping to have the recipe perfect by the Oldfurlong town meeting next week
She bit the end of her quill. She didn't want to seem impatient.
I am hoping to have the recipe perfect by the Oldfurlong town meeting next week looking forward to hearing from you such an accomplished baker!
She leaned back, read, then re-read the letter. She'd have to draft a clean copy, of course.
Kind Warmest regards,
Rosafina Diggle
