Whitney (XV) - the youngest daughter wants details too

[travelstheworld]

[backdated to whenever the first public writings about the brawl started]

[Private to Noah]
At the risk of being repetitive, as I have no doubt this is going to get said or written to you by anyone who didn't see it, you did what at the wedding? And I missed it! How dare you do something so entertaining when I'm not there to see it!

[...] I'm

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Whit.

[naturewill]

Uh huh.

And I'm still trying to work out whether or not it was a good idea. Shit, temper just kinda got the best of me.

Noah. [HTML *stab*]

[travelstheworld]

That's the part I'm boggling at, not that Easy got hit, but that you did it. Bad Librarian, no cookie. [doodled winking face] I'd wag my finger or whatever, but he probably had it coming to him and I'm shocked it doesn't happen more often.

How's the hand?

Whit.

[naturewill]

Depends. If I say "bruised and in need of care", do I get a nurse to bandage it up?

Noah.

[travelstheworld]

Depends on how fast you need that bandage, my arms don't stretch state lines.

Whit.

[naturewill]

Ah. [...] Still looking on your mother?

Noah.

[travelstheworld]

Got it in one. She's doing better, but [...] yeah. So any bandages would have to come from a pro this time around. But, of course, if you'd like to do an encore when I'm back, I'll be right there with bandages and a little nurse cap too.

Whit.

[naturewill]

Gotcha. You do know I'll actually call you on that, nurse's cap and all? Promises gotta be kept, after all.

Noah.

[travelstheworld]

Of course I do. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't intend to follow through!