I think I know what Lucretia was thinking, step by step. As she sketched each of her friends. Because that’s the secret; you don’t just draw to make a picture. You draw to experience. To hold a moment in time, to turn it around in your mind, to stay there. I can imagine her, dipping her pen back into the ink, brush against the paint, as she just kind of sunk into the warmth of the community she loved, and poured that love back into a gift for all of her crewmates. Her family.

And then she, I dunno, decided that Taako should definitely be dabbing. Definitely.