Hey Daddy. How are you? I'm great. I'm learning a lot.
Just so you know, Captain Fletcher could give you lessons on glowering. Yes, we're talking professional level dad-disappointment. It reminded me of you, so I thought I'd write.
Also, can you do me a favour? If you're dealing with House Solaris now or in the near future, can you be extra careful and have the research team do some real deep digging on them, please? Sorry, I can't tell you anymore: pirate stuff n' all. You know…
* Helga goes into her closet and spends two hours choosing her Top Three outfits for tonight's Ball *
Dear Mr. Gnat King Cole,
Hello, it's Helga, but you probably already knew that.
Thank you, very much, for the extravagant leather journal with the embossed paper moon and ramblin' rose on the cover. It is quite stylish. I never thought I'd have a reason to use it to write you, but here I am.
First of all: I'm okay, so you don't have to worry.
I've recorded my findings from my latest experiment and will do that thing to send them to you once Dr. Mr. Buerque has cleared the water out of my lungs.