"It's a wedding present." He didn't really need to clarify; there was only the one wedding this spring wedding he knew of. " Sort of a watercolor album, see?" He pause in sewing the binding to flip through the heavy paper, pausing at a picture of Zoe in a flowered dress with a fox kit on her lap, and then another of Victor and Ben sitting together at a bar in companionable silence.

"I didn't think Victor was probably all that interested in a set of sterling silver napkin rings from Tiffany." Zoe either, really.