Lady lady lady... Why are you so awesome? That hardly seems fair to the rest of us.

So I like the idea that Emere sort of folds herself into domestic bliss, at least for a little while. Sitting around and chatting and taking showers together. It's sweet. Even though we both know where it heads (dun dun dunnn) it's still nice to see it at it's more innocent stage. ...If one could call shower sex innocent.

I'm still not really sure what to say besides "Awwww" and flailing my hands around uselessly.
Bear with me:

You're very good at writing Mia, even though I know you've been (needlessly) worried about it. She likes you so I doubt she'd ever steer you wrong.

Emere is still a total hottie and I'm a little in, cautious, love with her.

Brando is a little grossed out by reading his sister boffing in the shower. Don't ask me why he thought it would be a good idea to read along in the first place. He should know better.

Also, there was this typewriter at Good Will that I almost bought for you and I think it would have fit in a big flatrate box. But alas, I wimped out because what if it didn't? I don't need another typewriter! Also it was a bit pukey colored and you deserve a nice blue typewriter like mine. I'd hunt for one but alas, our lack of teleportation devices foils my plans once again.