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[isthisart]

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.

Comments

[isthisart]

"Yes. Dignity abuse, the scourge of our age. I will not invent it in consumable form. You will have to make do."

[thisvorlunatic]

"But my need is so great! I demand reparations for your failure to act. A hug should do." He holds out his arms.

[isthisart]

"I am glad that your needs are so easily filled." Huggle.

[thisvorlunatic]

Snuggle-huggle. "It's not that my needs are especially easy to fill, it's that your hugs are especially restorative."

[isthisart]

"Perhaps I should have traipsed about hugging every patient in the hospital, just in case it was the key ingredient to recovery."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Damn! Well, too late now. You're needed here." Huggle-snuggle.

[isthisart]

"Yes, it would be very callous of me to abandon you." Snugs.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles stifles a yawn, and considers possible responses, and settles on a sleepy, "I love you."

[isthisart]

"I love you too."

Linya continues to keep him company and work on a "how to map gestures to inputs" pen user tutorial, until she finds that he has fallen asleep at around the time she means to eat dinner. She slips out to get some food; he can have something sent up later.

[greatcomposure]

She's just in time to join Aral and Cordelia for an informal meal, which Cordelia has assured her she has a standing invitation to do.

"Hello, Linyabel. How's Miles?"

[isthisart]

"Napping. Reportedly, less surly than he normally is when convalescing."

[greatcomposure]

"Good for Miles."

[isthisart]

"Yes. ...Earlier, in discussing the quandary of finding a feasible Second for me who is neither related to my husband nor of an inappropriate gender, we came up with the only mostly facetious idea of some kind of social event to demonstrate that I don't bite; I don't know how feasible that would be."

[greatcomposure]

"I think it's perfectly reasonable," says Cordelia. "It could be very helpful for sorting people into categories like 'openly hostile', 'tacitly approving', and 'undecided', and maybe even reaching a few of that last group."

[isthisart]

"It should wait until he can comfortably walk, at least, and possibly also until I've had a crash course in wooing the uncertain."

[greatcomposure]

"Sensible. We'll see how fast he's recovering, then, so we know how to schedule things. As for your crash course... I'm all for it, but did you have an instructor in mind?"

[isthisart]

"Not especially. You? Alys, maybe, although I'm less sure she'll be able to produce comprehensible instructions, I can barely understand her when she's explaining how bolero jackets ought to interact with necklaces."

[greatcomposure]

"Well, I'll do the best I can."

[on_my_word]

"I volunteer as strategic consultant," says Aral. "I daresay I can go down the guest list - once we have one - and guess which way some of 'em are going to jump, and how their trajectory might be altered."

[greatcomposure]

"For that matter, you can help me assemble the guest list," says Cordelia. "I might ask Gregor for some input there, too."

[isthisart]

"This has become much less facetious all of a sudden. What are parties here like, what happens at them?"

[greatcomposure]

"Rampant ethanol consumption," says Cordelia. "Food. Dancing. Or did you mean at Vorkosigan House specifically? We don't tend to host this sort of thing."

[isthisart]

"Perhaps given this freeing lack of precedent we could omit the ethanol. I have historically tried to avoid dancing, too, for that matter, although I suppose I could revise the habit in different company."

[greatcomposure]

"The ethanol is a longstanding cultural tradition. You don't have to partake, but hosting a large Vor social gathering without it would be sort of like - I don't know a good Cetagandan example. Ask Miles for one, maybe; he's been to Cetagandan social gatherings. It would be extremely off-putting to the guests. You don't have to dance, either, but again - abstaining for yourself is one thing; denying everyone else the opportunity is another."

[isthisart]

"Fair enough. I don't have as much information about ghem and prole parties, but haut parties invariably have music and food and elaborate decorations," she supplies. "Dancing is not invariable, but when it occurred, I avoided it by supplying the music portion with an instrument played sitting down. I don't actually know if I'd be embarrassing at it relative to the heirloom population."