"For the record, I really really hate magic," Emma reminded him, fingers manipulating the lock until there was a 'click' and a photo fell out, tous pour un, un pour tous scrawled on the back in Emma's writing. "We set my camera on the bed, and set the timer," she recalled, picking it up and holding it between her fingers. "They all came out terrible - crooked, or he wasn't in place yet, or I was trying to cover my face. This one was the best."