howl's moving castle; app in progress

[mrsnose]

What's this I keep reading of 'the strangest love story ever written'? I think you've quite confused yourself about the nature of this arrangement. With a man like him, sure what he means by finding our own happy ever after is to renew my unwritten contract as his cleaning assistant? Who knows - if I'm lucky, I'll even get paid enough for a cake from Cesari every week or so.

But, humour aside - I suppose I should give you some encouragement. You'll understand that I cannot talk to this 'app' and spell it done. That's something you have to do yourself - and no slither-outing! I've had enough of those, thank you.

Good luck.

Comments

[conesoldstober]

I don't believe I could stop you from cleaning the castle even if I didn't renew your contract. Not that we even made one in the first place.

[mrsnose]

Perhaps we should have.

[conesoldstober]

Forgive me if I'm not the biggest fan of contracts anymore.

[mrsnose]

Shan't ask for your heart, never you worry.

[conesoldstober]

[It may be slightly too late for that, Sophie.]

All the same, I rather thought you might be staying on in a slightly different capacity.

[mrsnose]

What capacity should that be?

[conesoldstober]

I have a feeling your step-mother wouldn't entirely prove of you continuing to live here as my cleaner.

And I rather thought you were interested in learning more about your magic.

[mrsnose]

Oh, no. I've seen the way you treat your apprentice.

[conesoldstober]

I am wounded, Sophie. I've always been exceptionally good to Michael.

[mrsnose]

Yes, but I am not Michael.

[conesoldstober]

And you don't think I'd be exceptionally good to you?

[mrsnose]

Will you?

[conesoldstober]

You haven't given me an answer, you know.

[mrsnose]

To which of the many questions, Howl?

[conesoldstober]

If you're going to stay in the castle, it can't be as my cleaning lady. It was a ridiculous enough excuse when you first arrived.

[mrsnose]

Well, I had to think of something. Calcifer and I had a deal.

[conesoldstober]

Double-crossed in my own home, really.

[mrsnose]

I'd say you ended up with very little to complain about.

[conesoldstober]

I suppose you might be right about that. Slightly. Perhaps.

[mrsnose]

I know you must be expecting some flourished answer from me, mister wizard, but all you'll get is the knowledge that -

Well, I am following you, am I not?

[conesoldstober]

Yes, I suppose you are.

It will be good to see you again, Sophie.

[mrsnose]

I'm sure you'll show me in your special way.

[conesoldstober]

Oh will I?

[mrsnose]

Won't you? How rude.

[conesoldstober]

I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted me too. Aren't you still rather stroppy with me?

[mrsnose]

A welcome is only polite.

[conesoldstober]

I might be able to manage a welcome.