The boy in messenger blues handed Star the letter and when he didn’t immediately dash off she chuckled and reached for the cookie jar, holding it down for him to grab out double-fistfulls of the soft chocolate cookies Kaylee had baked that morning.
The letter itself was bent and poorly folded and the handwriting was hesitant and clunky, but she managed to decipher it:
I unnerstan yer angr at howe thu cloc wynder treetd yu abowt thu strif hows, I meself hav bin orderd arown a lot to in my lif.
I want yu to no that he dus it becuz he luvs yu, and also mayny otter peepel do as well. Yu ar luvd, Mizz Star. Mor luvd than yu prolly no.
I jes wantd yu to no that.
-a consernd sitizin
“Oy!” She called after the retreating messenger, “Who gave you this?”
“Can’t say!” he shouted shrilly over his shoulder, “city rule!”
She shook her head with a smile, folded the letter up carefully and tucked it against her heart.
((OOC: Someone really did send the above letter to Star today. I’m leaving the writer anonymous (unless he or she wishes to come forward on their own), but I had to share it. Too sweet!))