[though matt sighs, wanda smiles—because he acquiesces and pulls the pad back toward himself. he sits, all nonchalant and careful as he indulges her request. wanda leans against the table, just watching him work; the way his brow creases in concentration, how he pauses and tries to find the right place to put the tip of the pen.

all the while, she's quiet, and happily takes the pad back when he's done.]

I'm sure my magic will help me get it right.

[is this cheating? it doesn't matter, because wanda's ripping off the page from the pad and looking them over, thumbing over the print of matt's handwriting.]

I'll practice, and then you'll just have to wait for the mail, I guess.

[she won't be able to take this page out of the horizon with her, but she can use her magic to recall his writing. speaking of—]

Would you send me letters, some time?