"Maybe not most of the year," Stacia allows, because this is a delicate topic and she's not stupid enough to look at Miguel making cute things and not assume that they're for someone who died far too young. "But this close to Día de los Muertos?" She smiles, letting herself feel a little sad herself. "I've even got some good funny anecdotes, like the time one of my friends decided to fight a meth lab with his face."