[left wrapped on Asher's coffee table with a note]
Awh, look at you two, all married and cutesy! I'm so proud of you. I hope that your wedding was everything you'd hoped it would be, and all that corny bullshit. I love you both loads, you're both wonderful, and your marriage is gonna be just as great as the two of you are. Honestly.
Thanks for dragging me back from Stanford for this; it was nice to get away, and hell, maybe I'll even be back after my term ends. I miss you both tons.
Happy... marriage and all that. Enjoy the scotch whisky, it's like, traditional or something, and I saved up for like three months for this.
All my affection and love and that shit,
PS: Terror, stop visiting me at Stanford and not saying hi, it's rude.