Hm.  "Paper's a little hard to come by," she said, crossing her hands over her stomach.  "We can always draw in the sand, though.  Or draw in books, so long as no one sees."

Mable imagined it, and smiled.  She did have that bible that came in the hotel room, so if they really needed something, they could always use that.  She doubted God or Father Brennan would approve of that sacrifice, but... Well, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Lacking anything else to say next, Mable started humming Edward's song to herself again, stopping for a moment now and again to remember what came next.  She was so happy in that moment.  A content smile made itself on home on her face, enjoying the company of her new friend and the soft bed below her, the hotel room full of warm air.