"There's always the goats," she says, grinning. "And bead sorting. And it sounds like Shuri's got some big plans for your arm."

She takes her hand away and drains her water glass, then puts it on the side table, right near where that cracked glass art still hangs, before turning back to him. "But you can start all that tomorrow. I bet I can help you figure out what to do with the rest of tonight."