[shot overlooking a restaurant. Pan to Hilarie and Nick sitting at a table.]
Hilarie Burton: Oh, hello. Southern Gothic team hanging out here on a beautiful Sunday, having brunch. Now, we know we left you guys hanging with our big cliff hanger as to what the note in the tree said. Wasn’t that majestic, finding that?
Nicholas Gray: It was majestic. It was…
HB: Serendipitous?
NG: It was kismet, again.
HB: Again!
NG: Kismet just follows us all around.
HB: It’s so true. We just love magical things…
NG: And I thought you were cuckoo.
HB: [laughs] You didn’t believe there was really something there?
NG: No, I didn’t believe there was a note in the tree.
HB: There was totally a note in the tree. That’s true love, and so, we are now gonna reveal to you guys what was written down in the tree. And I just feel like these words are meant for you and me, Nick. [laughs] I’m going to read you the first quote. [reading from copy of note] It is “Sonnet 17. Pablo Neruda. ‘I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.’” Bam!
NG: Snaps on that one.
HB: Right?
NG: And this is the other one, because one was clearly not enough for these lovers. [reading from copy] “Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere, they’re in each other all along.” Rumi.”
HB: Rumi. [Both snap] There it is kids. Go put a note in a tree. You never know who will find it.
NG: I wish we had brought your beret for me today.
HB: [Hilarie makes French noise and laughs] We will see what we can find next time, on our treasure hunts!
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