"I hope you like hammocks," Jessica said, beaming back at Elsa, finding herself caught by the way she was looking up at her. "Mostly I do hammocks. Llllot of hammocks."

For all that, there was something about that she liked. The idea of contributing something, being a part of it. A joint thing. With her had a ring as nice as for her did, especially if it was one and then the other.

"Although," she mused, "if you did a frame, and I filled it in, we could probably work up a- couch, or the like," she finished, substituting in couch at the last minute in place of a different piece of furniture. "All sorts."