isthisart | line dance

Linya settles thoroughly in. The rest of her Barrayaran clothes filter in and she mixes and matches in Alys-approved ways. Cordelia continues to be welcoming; the Count continues to be more or less awkward (though she does catch him stifling a laugh the first time she has occasion to scoop up her husband in his presence). Tsipis continues to be marvelously helpful; between them they pick a factory that will be able to make pens for a reasonable bid, and she goes in to visit and makes sure they have everything right and decides what colors the chassis ought to come in (four standard colors, a dozen more available as custom order with optional engraving). She asks Cordelia what color she wants hers; since she doesn't want a complicated nib-end she can have the first one off the production line. For the complicated-nib version, Linya is still studying optics. She writes a letter to a local manufacturer of holoprojectors to see if they have any insight. She wraps up her study of Greek and starts on French - French, she already knew, but this is a different dialect with peculiar Barrayaran Cyrillic spelling rules, so it still requires nonzero effort.

Oh, and she snuggles her tiny Barrayaran. And makes music and has groats for breakfast roughly every other day.

Setting a date for a groat-related wedding as opposed to a groat-related breakfast is a little complicated, but they are formally, as it were, engaged.

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thisvorlunatic

He giggles. "Department of Sheets. Amazing."

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isthisart

"For all your reminder notice, bedclothes, and printed musical notation needs."

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thisvorlunatic

"And, and... what else comes in sheets? Loose flimsies... metal..."

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isthisart

"Complex planes. Financial summaries."

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thisvorlunatic

"Parchment!" giggles Miles. "To-be-assembled plastic models!"

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isthisart

Linya giggles and gives him a careful hug that does not interfere with his recuperating legs.

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thisvorlunatic

He hugs back. "I love you. This is much better than grouching around the house by myself."

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isthisart

"Are you usually a terrible grouch when convalescent?"

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thisvorlunatic

"Yes. Awful. Be glad you've been spared so far. I apologize in advance if I get moody."

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isthisart

"Why, are you likely to snap at me or just - brood, be somewhat less effusive in your appreciation for all things Linya-related, what?"

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thisvorlunatic

"I'm not actually sure. I've never been simultaneously in the dumps and married before. I do snap occasionally, and brood, and moan, and sleep a lot, and have a general difficulty bestirring myself to enjoy things - these are all symptoms of a bad mood, of which convalescence is but one cause. Sometimes they happen by themselves."

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isthisart

"Noted. What's the prescribed treatment if I should observe this to befall you?"

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thisvorlunatic

"Er... I don't know, I've never had to deal with me. Ask Mother? Ask Ivan? On second thought, save Ivan for a last resort; I'm not sure I'd be pleased with his suggestions."

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isthisart

"Why, what would he do?"

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thisvorlunatic

"Dump a bucket of water over my head, on one memorable occasion."

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isthisart

"...I would think that would tend to make a bad mood worse."

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thisvorlunatic

"Yes, I'd think that too. It did at least briefly redirect my attention away from mopery. Opinions may vary on whether or not the cure was worse than the disease."

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isthisart

"Do you tend to come out of these moods on your own if left to your own devices? I have no desire to dump water on your head, but if it proves that civil methods don't render you palatable company..."

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thisvorlunatic

"I'm not in one now, so they are demonstrably impermanent. They last a while sometimes, but not for months or anything."

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isthisart

"For all I knew your cousin has been taking other suggestions from the same inspiration that led to excessively hydrating you, once annually for your entire life," she points out.