"I mean I ever drew stuff when I was little but it's hard when you're not much smaller than the room you live in and much bigger than the door and the neighbors would probably kill you if they knew you existed. And we didn't really have the stuff for anything other than pencil sketches or a good way to get it." 

"Well, your computer's got art programs on it, let me know if you want some physical media."

Bounce. "Are there--computers with bigger screens for drawing bigger things on?" 

"There are! How big you want?"

"Umm. Six feet by six feet?" 

"Lemme look up a good model, I'm not a visual artist myself..." He rummages in his computer and then makes her a nice big square of drawing tablet against a wall.

"Awesome," she says gleefully, and starts poking at it. 

Wag wag.

Reading and plotting.

A while later, Wilbur says, "Is there a particular reason to stay off-planet now that the preliminary resurrection experiments have failed to end in disaster? Because I have ongoing correspondences with several other occultists, and that seems like a reasonable place to start if we want to test the waters on unveiling any of this, and if there's a way to send letters from space compatible with the current technology level I don't know it." 

"Oh, sure, we can go down. Do you want to go back to your place?"

"I'd rather not. I can include a change of address in my letters, and the old place has little to recommend it, particularly not the neighbors." 

"Do you have a preference?"

"Near enough to human habitation to send mail but remote enough that Lucy can move about relatively freely." 

"Well, I guess we can write Mrindeh and see where she's planning to settle." He does that.

"Thank you. So much. For everything." 

"You're welcome."

"I haven't seen Lucy this happy in years." 

- Cam refrains from punning.

"--Oh, you know what I mean." 

Giggle. "Yes, I do." Conjure. "Mrindeh's in New Orleans. Do you fancy Louisiana?"

"Louisiana sounds fine." 

"To the shuttle. If you're invested in what you're working on on that drawing board we can wheel it in, Lucy."

"If it'd be more convenient to make another one on the ground that's fine," Lucy says, abandoning it but scooping up the smaller tablet with her schoolwork on it. 

"If would be, a bit." When everyone is aboard the ship he looks up a nice rural area accessible to Louisiana that is not currently developed or on record as owned.