"Local artist," says Jack, rolling his eyes at the implication he'd picked them off a wall or something. "I paid a shitload for them, but it was totally worth it. Yeah. That's it. Poison reckons I can learn to draw people, but..." He shrugs. "Haven't managed yet." He smiles. "Jillie started getting sick when we were a couple of weeks short of our sixteenth. It got really bad end of last year."