[sitting on a table in the Art Room are two packages wrapped in shiny blue paper. the first is a large painting of a girl (who bears some resemblance to Winnie) sitting by an open window, feeding crumbs to a nuthatch that has alighted there. the second is a (notably large) box of chocolates. along with these things, there is the following note:]
Winnie,
I know this doesn't fix anything, but I hope it helps. I love you. I've been a selfish, stupid, forgetful prick lately. I'm sorry I missed your birthday. I'm sorry I've been such a lousy recluse. I'm just sorry in general. Things will get better now.