He gave a half laugh as he motioned his brother up into the little apartment above the studio. "No, she was surprisingly decent. Bit crass, but she won't tell unless he asks. Can't ask more."
He waved his hand and went to make some coffee. "Let's me think. One of the mortals I'm with, he is learning art therapy. I'm taking a page from him and putting what's in my mind on clay. It helped. Coffee?"