All That We Love

Tanner...

you can go.

It's okay.

Mommy's here.

I'll be okay.

I love you so much, boy.

My baby boy.

Hey, how you holding up?

Okay.

Pretty cool, huh?

I still don't think this is a good idea.

Oh, shut up. I always wear a good helmet.

Are you still up for it? We don't have to or anything.

I just thought since we're here...

I already found a spot.

Give me your phone.

How's this?

Fine.

I don't want fine.

I want sexy motherfucker, all right?

Come on. Perk up.

Have some energy for me please?

If we're doing this, we're doing this.

- Okay. - Tell me what to do.

So, just, um,

put your head back a little bit

so it hits the light.

How's this?

-Nice. -All right. Keep going.

I want options.

So that looks good.

Now, just, you know, just give it to me.

-How about that? -Oh, good. That's good.

Wait, wait, these have to be--

they have to be cute though, right?

I don't wanna look like I'm messing around.

-Yeah. -Okay.

-Yeah. -What if I...

-Oh, hot. Hot. -Yeah?

Hot. All right.

Try sitting on the bike.

-Get on the bike. -Okay.

Good.

So, look off and don't look at me.

Yeah, that's great.

I would fuck him.

Yes.

No.

No.

Oh, God.

Uh...

Hey, look.

Best one, right?

Oh, the midlife crisis

is really coming through on that one.

This is the first time I'm here without him.

I'm gonna need a minute.

Yeah.

You don't have to do this, Emma.

You can keep them.

Really? But my neighbor said--

Oh, come on. You barely talk to that guy.

You're really gonna take his advice

on where to leave Tanner's ashes?

...of what you want

the room to feel like.

Various colors evoke different emotions

and convey unique personality--

Fuck.

- Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. - So...

No. Oh, fuck.

K11 is in second proofs.

Oh, and they added two alt covers for you to approve.

Okay.

And the buyers are going to present the merch

for L12 this Friday.

Thanks, Lynn. Just one more thing.

I got H9 in the mail.

Who copyedited that?

Uh, that would be Brian.

Brian. Where's Brian, Phillip?

Uh, he has a doctor's appointment.

Hmm. Because I caught at least six instances

of hand-painted without the hyphens.

I know I sound like a broken record

but we spell grey with an E.

No exceptions.

Also the swatch order didn't match the copy

with the fringed table linen on page 29.

I've circled everything in red.

I'll speak to Brian.

I can fix the digital--

I was training Brian.

I'm sorry. I, uh,

thought I checked his work.

I guess not.

I can handle this, Phillip.

Okay.

Well, happy Monday, everyone.

Got another email...

Mm.

...from dad.

Yeah. Uh, I got one too.

Should we write him back?

Mom, he's just making amends.

Good. It's about freaking time.

But fuck his guilt.

It's been forever. He lives in another country.

What's the point?

It's not like we're ever gonna see him again.

You'll be back before the holidays, right?

I thought we could go on a road trip,

like we used to.

Yeah, about that. Um, I think we're gonna stay

in Australia a little longer.

How much longer?

Five months.

Five--instead of five weeks?

Mom, Nate hasn't seen his family in ages.

And he wants to show me around.

He has friends in Sydney, in Brisbane,

and we're gonna go to New Zealand,

maybe check out Thailand.

What about your job?

I put in my notice.

Couldn't we have discussed this?

I discussed it with Nate.

Mom, we saved up for this.

I can still freelance as an illustrator.

I'll be fine.

Hey. What if you visited us

for the holidays, huh?

Twenty hours in coach. Sounds like a nightmare.

You can afford business. That's on you.

Oh, you're right. It's better where it was.

I told you. I do this for a living.

Okay. Right here?

Yeah, yeah, this is good. Okay.

Yeah, it looks cute there.

-Perfect. -Yes.

Oh, is this new too?

Um, yeah, I got it at the same place

I got the console table.

We have this exact table.

I could've got it for you for 20% off.

I never would've heard the end of it.

Where's Craig's recliner and armoire?

I sold them.

Okay.

You have so many likes.

When we do a post for Timmons,

we get a 150 likes, max.

So pathetic.

I'm an Instagay, bitch.

Oh, get this. I had this open house today.

And, um, this really cute couple came in.

And then after they left, they sent me their dick pics.

Do you wanna see?

Respectfully decline.

Hmm.

What is this?

This is a new mix by this Instagay DJ I'm following.

It's banging, right?

Ugh, I thought you hated this shit.

You're in a mood.

Ugh, the vet called.

The receptionist said

that I have an excess balance of $38.

Can you imagine?

The nerve.

After all of the thousands I've pumped into that place.

Oh. I ran into Dom Wilcox.

He says you still haven't returned his call.

-Oh, no. Please do not... -Huh.

...set me up with anybody.

The last one was a total disaster.

And Dom Wilcox, that name is so porny.

I can't stand it.

I love how insanely porny it is.

No, no, Dom's great. I've known him for years.

He's not gonna raid your closet

and donate your clothes like Eric did.

I know. Psychotic. Who does that?

Well, you know, I mean, some of those sweaters,

they had to go.

They're vintage.

Oh, shit.

Okay. Come on. Come on.

That beat's gonna drop.

Get your ass up. Come on.

Come on.

There you go. Yeah.

I know I should've caught Brian's errors.

He's still new and he's busting his ass.

- He'll get better. - Uh-hmm.

I made my share of mistakes

when I first started too.

I'm sure you remember.

Look, we've downsized.

Everyone is wearing 20 different hats.