Dear Bucket..
I'm so glad you got back to me, and that you're doing a-okay! I have a confession to make, Bucky…I may have tried to make my own treat after you sent your last letter, and, well…it turns out that just heating cream soda doesn't seem to have the desired effect. Please, send the recipe and save me from my own disastrous ideas. Please. Rein's kitchen deserves better.
Oh, right! I'm staying here for a bit, and I get to help decorate and everything! I mean, the reason why I'm here isn't that fun…Chelsea is here to recuperate after Spit went too far again, and I'm on watch duty. She grumps at me plenty, and I haven't been able to get her to join in with the festivities, but I won't stop trying. I think it'd be good for her to turn that frown upside down, you know? (you're honestly the only person who's actually made her smile, i think…don't tell her i saw it. she'll never forgive me!!)
It's fun, putting up all the greenery and candles, but Rein is a bit more…restrictive, with you gone. I mean, not that its taste isn't wonderful…!
I kind of wish you were here, and we could put on some records, make some roasts, tell stories…just like old times. And Chelsea'd be there too, and it'd be even better!
Sorry to end this on kind of a sad note…you stay safe out there!
-Miller