Miss Vane,

I've finally found a compromise with the little umbrella. A man likes to make an impression on his own, but as a woman never forgets the saucy little drink ornament that truly won her attention, I thought it best to say that the paper prat and I are on good terms.

You were such engaging company that I found myself wondering if you would give me the pleasure of your company again. If it pleases you, would you consent to allow me to escort you to lunch? Perhaps sometime this coming week?

If that sounds agreeable, I'll look for your owl. If not, I'll console myself with one of your fruity drinks and plot with my umbrella compatriot.

Joscelin Jones