He tucks the letter and the picture into his pocket, pleased with it. He'll have to hold on to it, though he's not sure if he'll hang it up. It's still nice to have. She was a considerate girl and, more than that, he's glad that they're becoming friends.

"I mean, I've seen him. He's kind of hard to miss. I've got to wonder what shampoo he uses. I mean, he's a pirate, isn't he? But he looks like he can be in a Brita commercial." Or something like that.

"But why not a Gallery? All you'd need is a space to rent, right? I could be a patron." He's never been good with money and doesn't have a whole lot of needs and so has extra. "Or we could make one..." He taps his sonic against his jaw. "No law against magical construction, right?"