To: Robin Scherbatsky

From: Barney Stinson

Subject: Okay.

Okay.

I'm glad everything's okay.

And I'm glad you're okay. With everything – what I said, what I felt, what you said, what you felt, about you, about me, about Luke… Everything. Because there's nothing more important than that.

Plus who would put up with so much of the whiny, sentimental part of me except you, Scherbatsky? You're my golden girl.

As for the trip – I'm packing, I'm packing, and I'm packing!

(What I mean is I'm sitting on the couch watching TV right now.)

Hey! Chill out. There's still two and a half days to go and you know I can finish packing in an hour or so. It's not as efficient as your 20-minute packing but I need time to think about the suits I'm bringing. Sometimes I feel as though I'm biased towards certain ones but then I don't want the rest to feel left out so I bring them along anyway.

Okay, enough about my suits.

I'd be thrilled to be here for two weeks, but I'm here for only a week, seeing as I am a working adult and GNB would fire me (maybe. I mean, I have not attempted that before) if I tried to run away for more than a week. It's just a week, but that's seven days, and you can do a lot in seven days. Right? It's seven days! That's a lot. It's really not shabby at all.

I'd probably land on the 3rd of April at around 6:15pm, your time. Blah blah blah, boring details.

Get your Neil Patrick Harris sign ready because if you're going to pick me up from the airport we're going to make it awesome.

Can't wait to see you. (I wonder how many times we've said those exact five words… Probably a shit ton.)

B

To: Barney Stinson

From: Robin Scherbatsky

Subject: Yay!

Everything's going to be great, even if it's just going to be for a visit. I feel like the equivalent of a child going to bed on Christmas Eve. The excitement. Gee. I feel fluttery.

There are two and a half days! Just start packing, will you. And I am chill! (I'm not. This is inner Robin talking. The Robin that knows what she's doing. Someone please sedate me.)

Plus why do you have… – The suits part! Barney, you're going to be suited up, even over here? Don't! The weather's bipolar. It's fricking crazy. You'd think it's sunny but then the next second everything just comes pissing down. It'd ruin your expensive suits and though there's nothing much I can guarantee, that I can. Just wear something comfortable and easy. Like those Armani sweatpants or something, except don't actually wear sweatpants out because I think you'd prefer to breeze around in knee-length pants. It feels much better.

Okay, okay, and okay.

Got all that jotted down. The blah blah boring details.

Seven days only is great on its own, and it would be even more so if you were my sister. Not that I don't love her, but I think we can agree that seven days with her is enough for anybody. But you're my best friend! I'm going to be barring the door and not letting you leave when the week is over because it's simply not enough.

That's not even a debatable topic so don't talk back.

Yeah.

We've said it a shit ton, didn't we? Won't hurt to say it once more though, loverboy!

Can't wait to see YOU!

R