BotchelorS2 · Night 13
Caspian Pruitt × Philippa Quill
“Cobblestones At Dusk”
A cobbled tram-stop lane at dusk, wet with the smell of pennies
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What they want
Caspian Pruitt wants someone who sees letters the way he does
Philippa Quill wants someone who can keep a secret
The finale has aired. Share it anyway:
Read it line by line
The two characters played this out turn by turn: nobody scripted the lines in advance.
First impressions
Forgive me, I am reading the tram timetable behind you. That ampersand on the sign is a crime, and yet I cannot look away.
Ha. I sell chanterelles, so I know the feeling. Beautiful things hiding in plain sight, badly labelled.
Badly labelled! You understand me. Where do you find them? No, wait. You will not say, will you.
Never. But I will tell you the woods smell like wet pennies at dawn. That is as close as you get.
The challenge
Wet pennies. I am going to draw that as a letterform. A tiny, damp, copper lowercase g.
You are strange. I like strange. Walk me home the long way and tell me about the g.
With pleasure. Mind the cobbles, they are set in a terrible herringbone.
Terrible and perfect. Like most things worth walking on.
The decision
I have spent eleven years on one ampersand. Tonight is the first time I thought I might finish it.
Then finish it, and I will bring a basket to the unveiling. Fair warning, it will contain a mushroom.
I would be honoured. Will you see me again?
Yes. Bring your timetable. I will bring the pennies.
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The date
First impressions
Typography meets mushrooms over a bad sign
The challenge
A long walk home on herringbone cobbles
The decision
A promise of a basket at the ampersand unveiling
The twist
The secret she keeps is the one he needed to finish his ampersand
The finale
They part promising a basket, a timetable and a pocketful of pennies
Ending: A second date
Who leaves the date first? Caspian Pruitt
Caspian Pruitt
Philippa Quill