Dear Pearl,
(I hope you do not take up with the spinners and the carders, Pearl. I've read too many stories involving evil spells and general misery about spindles and dwarves to recommend the pasttime.) I write to you today from the Orient where I have been visiting our old friend Miso Fine. She's just as you remember her, lovely as ever, although she no longer sings. She's agreed to accompany me back home to instruct Melba and Louise in the art of sushi preparation. Melba has it in her head that smoked eel is some kind of aphrodisiac and is anxious to add to her already formidable powers of seduction. I tremble to imagine the consequences to his already assaulted nervous system. Jack, I mean.

I Remain As Always,

Your Devoted Miss Blue