My DEAREST Jasper,
Tomorrow I go to the moon, a voyage both fantastic and long overdo. The luncheon menu for this culinary expedition is planned, fear not! Now, let us get to BRASS TACKS. I shall need some form of conveyance. A resplendent (and splendid!) balloon perhaps? As long as it is COMFY, it matters little to me. Please do arrange this. I await the details of my departure.

Pip and plum,

Gatsby

Ahoy, greatest and dearest! Of course you know you can always count on me to arrange transport for any sort of journey. Any sort. But the moon you say? The moon? This will take some time to arrange, and might incur expenses beyond our standing agreement. Tomorrow will simply NOT be possible. That said, I shall get my BEST men on this operation at once and do EVERYTHING in my power to have you on the moon by week end.

Yours ever and truly,
J.J. Theramungo