[wanda's delight for something as silly as being able to send mail to others is perhaps one of the more trivial points of joy she's found in abraxas; the moment she realized it was possible, there was no coming back from it.

she hasn't really received anything back yet—not that she's expecting it—so matt saying he would—

well, it has her scooting to the edge of the chair and leaning on the table, arms crossed, in excitement.]

I've never gotten mail before.

[—geez]

I can send you something that's closer to Abraxan fashion too, by the way. I can't imagine you aren't drawing attention with your ties.