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The Milky Way is still there, but the stars are different: they’re having to invent new constellations. Without the weight of legacy, though, it’s hard to get the ones you see to stick.

“That’s the Harper,” says Aloysius.

“It’s the Sugar Baker,” insists Deena. “See? The twinkly part, that’s the tip of his pastry bag.”

“I’m not letting you fill the sky with food just because you’re hungry.”

“Well I’m tired of pastoral iconography!”

“We should just divide it and each take half.”

“Where’s the line then?”

“There,” he says, tracing with his finger, “from the Crane to the morning star.”