[Maybe this is how it will go: quiet jokes, their words not quite as teasing or comfortable as they were before, until they find a new rhythm. It's not so bad, though Polnareff's smile has faded again.]

I could do fish. I could paint Aquamentus for him, I like that fish. And his otter. And our last boat, I'll do all the house pets. Ridley and Aquamentus and Jolie and all of them.

[A pause.]

Fugo needs one. I mean, he doesn't need one, but we might as well have the complete set. You too.