Dear Mr Hughes
Thank you for your letter. I must admit I was beginning to get worried. I have no intention of telling Major Mustang he's handsome, so there's no need to worry about him getting even more big-headed.
Riza Hawkeye
Dear Roy
You idiot. I hope you weren't being reckless when you got injured. I'm slightly disappointed it took you an entire week to realise I'd be worrying about you. It seems ironic you get injured when your letter says how often Flame Alchemy has saved your life. Your friend said you'd be fine in a few weeks, so hopefully you're feeling better by now.
I think you've forgotten how stubborn I am, Roy if you think you can persuade me to call you gorgeous. Unless you've changed an awful lot, there's no chance. I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with you again. Mr Hughes didn't seem eccentric in the slightest when he wrote to me.
I've finally decided what I'm going to do next Roy. Sadly, I don't think I'm going to be able to get any of your letters for the next few months. If you need to, write to this address – I'm going to have my mail forwarded.
I won't tell you what I've decided because I'm not sure you'll approve and I'm not going to have you waste space trying to talk me out of it.
Get well soon, Roy. I'll be thinking of you.
Riza