AN: For some reason Fanfiction is messing with my email addresses! I've been fixing them for ages but when I save and publish their emails go all wonky... Then I found out you're not allowed to put an email address up on there. Darn! So anyway, be reminded that these are email exchanges. :)

To: Robin Scherbatsky

From: Barney Stinson

Subject: Exactly…

…Like you said, I'm a grown ass man. Which means I can do whatever I like. Including, but not limited to, choosing how I would want my own email address to turn out.

On another note, what? You have a hot English boyfriend? And when did that happen, Scherbatsky? I mean, I don't doubt your ability to bat your eyelashes and find an attractive dude, but bro, you found someone sexually appealing! That is amazing.

Also, Ted says he thinks that's really awesome and he feels happy for you. Actually, he's saying so much I just told him to email you himself and he happily agreed.

I know it does suck, so please, please let me see that beautiful, gorgeous, pretty little face of yours. You know what, I'll give you a month. If you don't come in a month, I'm going over to find you. And I will do it. I will go and get you, even if it means tearing my best suit and tie.

B

P.s. You know I'm being absolutely serious when I swear on my suit and tie. So don't make me come and get you. It will be dangerous.

To: Barney Stinson

From: Robin Scherbatsky

Subject: RE: Exactly…

Okay, fine, grown ass man. Do whatever you like. I'm just worried for GNB.

…Barney!

I thought I told you that message was for Ted! You read it! I'm so angry with you right now!

…But, yes. On a truthful note, I did get myself a boyfriend. Blonde. Tall. Attractive. But he's also cute at the same time. I know what you're thinking, and I know right!? How does he do it? Hot and cute? At the same time? I didn't even know that combination existed. But it does. And it's perfect. It's like he's trying to kill me. Not literally.

Stop mocking the English lads, they're all really good looking. I know I sounded really vain and shallow saying that, but it's true. They are. You keep talking about them like they're some kind of… Of… Fictional character! Like, unicorns. But let yourself be reminded that there are indeed hot guys here in England, thank you.

Oh, oh, oh!

Hold it there, hold it right there!

Did you just call me beautiful, gorgeous and pretty?

That's not very Barney Stinson of you, I must say, to compliment someone from the bottom of his heart.

Ha, okay, joke. Thank you, and you are not too shabby yourself.

Also… Please don't swear on your best suit and tie, because a month is seriously too short. I need at least three. Or maybe five. Actually, I'll take seven… The thing is, I really can't leave London because work is really picking up pace and I can't jump on the plane right now. Unless I quit, which you know I won't, because I value this job.

You, on the other hand…

Just come! Okay?

Miss you,

The beautiful, gorgeous and pretty one

To: Robin Scherbatsky

From: Barney Stinson

Subject: Robin.

Please don't make me wreck my suit and tie because you know that would break me into a million pieces.

That is, if the fact that you've gotten a flawless boyfriend has not already. Broken me into a million pieces, I mean. It really just caught me by surprise. Just a few exchanges ago you insisted you wouldn't get a boyfriend. You do change your mind like the weather, don't you?

Now tell me all about it, and I want every detail. How you met him, where you met him, etc. I don't even know his name, for the love of God! I sound like your mum, but I don't care because I really want to know all about it. For real. I'm not letting you get away with bringing me such great news then disappearing before I get to ask you about it.

Yes, yes, I did just call you beautiful, gorgeous and pretty. Now don't flatter yourself.

B

P.s. Checking out the flights right now. Gosh, the things I do for you.