"Certainly, on both accounts," replied Persephone with a smile. She was still getting used to the pet name 'my dear', but she found she quite liked it. It was sweet, and she started trying to think of a good pet name to call Donald in return. She turned back to the dresser and pulled out a sheaf of paper with her name stamped on the top. In perfect cursive, her handwriting incredibly neat (she'd found good handwriting was important when drawing out blueprints and other architectural documents), she wrote the address of her family's home in London and gave it to Donald. "When do you suppose would be a good time to go?" She rather hoped it would be soon, as she wanted to see her sister as soon as possible. She knew she'd have to write to her parents to tell them of her and Donald's coming, which meant a few days would have to pass at least until they could actually start the journey. She judged it as about a week, and waited for her new fiance's reply.