“I should tell you,” said Fuen. “As creations of the living, how we carry on past the expiration of our creators, differs for everyone. Yuffie showed Hydra to a bunch of artists to keep his memory alive. He grew from three foot tall to twelve foot tall. It’s all about how the living interprets and remember the ideas, hopes and dreams of the dead.”
looking for meaning in a hundred year old painting,” pondered
Copper. “When sometimes, the artist just wanted to paint a boat.”
remarked Fuen. “However we’re interpreted, good ideas are worth
keeping alive, aye?”
Copper reached out of the car window and swiped a bottle of wine up from the sand. She turned it over in her hands. “I remember moments with a lady,” she sighed. “she loved a bottle of wine.”
“Who’s the lady?” asked Fuen.
“I don’t know anymore,” lamented Copper. “She used to believe in giving wine first aid though. She used to say, ‘Open the bottle to allow it to breathe. If it doesn’t look like it’s breathing, give it mouth-to-mouth.’”
through the glovebox then handed Fuen a newspaper article about the
vineyard. Fuen scanned down the page. The article said not only did
they create some of this countries finest wines, but they also sold
grapes for medical research.
“They created an anti-diuretic with their wine to help with incontinence,” pointed out Copper. “Got it branded as well. Pinot More.”