[Aaaand we're back to bittydin!writing.]

Reed,

When we are I am my usual age once more, there is something I wish to discuss with you.

[The hand is nothing like Paladin's own, instead looking closer to a...well, a five-year-old's attempts to write in fancy script. Smudges of an unidentifiable substance line the edges of the page]

I tried to fry an egg but I messed it up. Sorry Reed.

I think I need help making breakfast.

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