Luna zooms over right for the octopus, and Cassian intercepts his daughter like a football, hauling her up with a silly sound and a big fat smooch to her cheek, which delights her enough to save the octopus.

"Don't touch it, Luna!" Mateo huffs, ready to throw down with his baby sister for the sake of his art.

"They send us cards all the time," Cassian says, settling Luna in his lap. She seems content to be in the sand, digging her tiny fingers through it while her papa's stomach holds her upright. It's a great life.

"I don't know. One day, maybe," he admits. "It might make taxes easier. But I would definitely not want any kind of wedding than anyone else might want for us anyway. If or when we decide to get married, I only want it to be because we felt like it."