The entire night isn't filled with grief, and as the tea starts to steadily disappear, she gushes.

Mama laughs, her own tea having emptied long before. "I need to see a picture of him."

Her color bright but happy, Kagome finishes her own and laughs. "I don't think I've ever gotten one before."

"Well, you are going to have to fix that." Mama's eyes sparkle, teasing. "If he's as handsome as you say he is, I want to see."

"He's like Adonis incarnate," she groans, falling back into the cushions.

"Oh really?"

Kagome grins. "I'm getting that picture. You'll see."