"More art? That'd make us happy," Zephyr said, lifting his glass to the idea.

"An I always wanted my portrait painted," Pip chimed in. And she might have kind of rubbed her little head on Teresa's shoulder an instant. Because too much yay not to.

"Only regret's that we prolly dun getta see it. So yknow what? Say we all cross our fingers the universe decidesta show us."

"An brings ribs."