"Mister Ian. Have you come for Scarlet's dinner?" Florence asked, putting down the portrait of Scarlet she wanted to hang up.
"Yes. It's about time that she ate something and if you don't mind putting together something for me as well," said Ian.
"Of course. Will you depart after or should I prepare a change of clothes and a room for you to use?" Florence questioned, confused as to what the plans were when it came to Ian.
Had the relationship taken a drastic turn and she should prepare to see him sleeping over?
"A change of clothes would be good but I am already settled into a room. You don't look pleased to know that I will be sharing a bed with Scarlet," Ian said, curious to know what Florence thought.
Florence smiled since he had misunderstood her expression. "That was a misunderstanding. I don't feel any way with where any of the lady's guests sleep. I shall have the food sent up shortly along with clothes for you to change into."
