"Oh--" the Fool exclaims at the first sign of the colourful fabrics hidden in the duffel bag, and lifts a hand up to cover his mouth. The next treasures that are revealed bring a startled smile to his lips; he reaches out to tenderly collect the pieces of wood, brushes his fingertips across the paint. (Deciding that none of this is as interesting as she'd hoped it would be, Holly trots off with her tail up in search of other mischief.)

"We don't know how long the cafe will be uninhabitable, and this--is safe, but not exactly a haven for you. So I thought I would offer you free reign to redecorate."

"Thank you." Still cradling the wood in his lap, the Fool turns to look up at Devin beside him and regards him with earnest affection. "You have been--'generous' seems such an insignificant word, but how else can I describe it?" He reaches up to touch his partner's pale cheek and, smiling wryly, says, "I think you leave me no choice but to call you my hero."