Aha, [a subdued bit of laughter,] no, not literal life. That is not among my gifts.

[which isn't to say it can't be done--just that the Fool himself cannot do it.

At Zephyr's question, the Fool tips his head in thought, then turns some in his seat to reach across the table and pluck up a napkin.] Perhaps, [he allows,] if we attempt to draw it first.

[Out comes a pencil, before he fixes his amber gaze attentively back upon his visitor.] Describe what it is you wish for me to carve.