[Response]
[WV was standing on his chair painting when the letter was slipped through the mail slot in his door, so it's taken him a while to notice it. When he does, he hops off his chair and approaches the letter cautiously. PM usually comes in to say hello—why hadn't she this time?]
[he recognizes her handwriting on the envelope, and, curious, he tears it open and pulls out her letter. He reads it with a giddy sort of warmth steadily building inside of him, until by the end of the letter he's grinning, a deep blush glowing around his eyes.]
[he immediately dashes into his kitchen, sets both letter and envelope down on the table, and rustles around in cabinets to find where he put his stationery...]