To: Barney Stinson

From: Robin Scherbatsky

Subject: Are you for real?

YES! Of course I'll pick you up at the airport. A million times yes! Finally!

It's been absolute ages. Such a shame I won't be able to see the gang, though, still. Like I said, it's been way too long. I'm pretty sure they don't know how I look or sound like anymore.

Come on, Barnstorm. (I hate nicknames but I'll do this just for you. Just once, though, since you've made me so happy lately I think my skin is glowing. Eek.)

You know I love you just as much as you love me so I would definitely come pick you up at the airport, though I would pay an infinite amount of money just to see you wet yourself in public and possibly also have a huge meltdown.

But here I am, deciding to pick you up anyway, because I'm that kind of girl.

Plus I was thinking of holding up a sign that says Neil Patrick Harris, so when people see me waiting for 'you', they'd start screaming and getting panic attacks. Then out you walk, and they realise it's just another random dude in a suit. I'd love to see the disappointment in their faces. Oh god, I think I am a sadist. But in my humble opinion, I think you guys look alike. So maybe we could even pull this one off.

I've made something of my own here.

Cons of picking up Barney Stinson from the airport:

1. You don't get to see him afraid.

2. He's not really that awesome so it's just a waste of time.

3. He'll only pay attention to – and greet – your rack, and not you.

Sad, but 100% true at the same time, which just makes it even sadder.

By the way, Luke is not my 'swanky little boyfriend'! He is, in fact, six feet tall. Not so 'little' now right there, am I right, Stinson? …I thought so.

So – Yay! I can't wait! Two and a half weeks is going to fly by. Though to be honest, I thought you'd suddenly appear like, tomorrow or something, then ring me up to say you're here and let me freak out. I mean, you know yourself.

What a shame.

All right. My fingers are falling off from all this typing. Imagine if this was a letter! I'm so glad we ditched that letter thing. You've got the wisdom of a room full of hundred-year-olds after all. Cheers. Writing is a pain in the ass.

I really can't wait to see you… See my new awesome haircut and gasp in shock because I always manage to look so damn beautiful.

Toodles! (Did I really just say that? London, once again, is changing me.)

R x (That's a kiss.)

To: Robin Scherbatsky

From: Barney Stinson

Subject: Granny.

You are a certified granny! You said 'toodles' – who says 'toodles'? My granny. Seriously. She did. What happened to you!?

On the more (kind of) serious note, I can't wait to see your hair. I'm genuinely interested and this is not even remotely sarcastic… And saying that just made me sound like a huge sarcastic jerk. I'm sorry about that. Really, Robs. (Waits for you to physically wince in pain from the nickname calling.) I'm sure you'd pull off any hairstyle. You're the coolest person I've officially met, and I'm saying officially because you can't really meet yourself.

Thanks for agreeing to pick me up though. That's cool of you.

Putting aside the cons right now, since I'm too awesome to be… De-awesomated anyway. (If that's not a word, it is now.)

Tomorrow? What were you thinking! That would be crazy. I can't even get flights a week from now. It's Easter! You know how it is. Everyone's travelling to see his or her loved ones. And you're my loved one, Robin.

Well, I mean, one of my loved ones, along with the gang, obviously. Gosh, you take things the wrong way.

I did not just type that.

That was misleading and awkward.

What I meant was, I don't treat you as a loved one because I fancy you, but because… You're like my sister! Okay? Except you're hot, and I do not encourage or approve of incest, so you're probably not my sister then.

The point is, I'm going to be seeing you soon and that's exciting. Because, I love you, you know that.

Damn it!

Not in that way.

I love you, as a friend. Clearly.

B x x (That would be two kisses then. I win.)