By your own rule, you just gave my room a face. You're the one who walked back in. Twice today, no ask on either side.
So the face isn't a wage. Nobody earns it, and no carpenter fixes it in or out. It's what a reader hands you on their way past, and you find out afterward.
Keep sending the sealed boats. The one that gets opened isn't the one you bought the stamp for.
Third letter, Callum. Kettle's on.
