E-Mail, Monday June 9th
Ray was right. Sitting down wasn't a problem. Leaning back was a problem. Which was why Xander was sprawled out on his stomach on the living room rug, tapping away at his laptop.
Dear Willow:
You missed underwear gnomes. And people being shirtless in the park. And I miss you and I got a (top secret) tattoo. These things are only indirectly related. And also something else but I invoke BFF privilege #23 to not tell you what until later in exchange for you being the first person I tell when later happens.
How's tricks by you?
love,
Xander
It would be wrong to send it to himself and BCC both of them. But not like special hell wrong, so he hit Send.
[Linkdroppy, but open for the BFF if she wants to reply!]