symphony

[isthisart]

The day of the party approaches. Linya learns a Barrayaran-original solo piano symphony, adds some flourishes of her own where the composer has marked that it may be played "freely", memorizes the whole thing, and arranges to be playing it on the grand piano when party guests file in on the day of. She smiles and nods at them and takes note of how they arrange themselves in the room; there are thirteen minutes in the piece unless she decides she needs an extra three (if there seem to be a lot of stragglers; if there isn't a good path to the people she wants to meet and around the people she wants to avoid) and takes the repeat at the end to prolong it.

She doesn't wind up taking the repeat; the end of the symphony without it has her playing the final chord when Lord Auditor Vorthys is nearer than anyone she's hoping to evade. She counts out the beats, holds for a moment longer, and then lifts her hands from the keyboard. She has decided that given her choice of titles she's going to address this particular guest as -

"Professor Vorthys."

Comments

[isthisart]

"I've never heard of it before. They don't strike me as particularly collectible, but I don't have the impulse to collect at all, so maybe my understanding of what does and does not please collectors when lined up in quantity on shelves is off."

[first_loyalty]

"I don't either," she says with a little shrug. "I guess some of them are pretty? And some of them have history, if they're special kinds of wine, or something..."

[isthisart]

"Wine's another thing I know nothing about, but I'm told it does come in varying specialness."

[first_loyalty]

"Oh. It does," she confirms. "Very... varying."

[isthisart]

"Apparently I will be missing out on an entire dimension of social interplay if I retain Cetagandan habits with respect to ethanol, but nothing about the stuff sounds appealing to me so thus far I've been circumspect. I haven't gotten around to trying authentic animal meat either."

[first_loyalty]

"Authentic...? As, um, opposed to?"

[isthisart]

"Vat meat. Which is often patterned after some sort of animal, but never has an attached creature that walks and squawks."

[first_loyalty]

"Oh. I'm not sure I've ever had any that wasn't, um... squawk-derived."

[isthisart]

"Nor I the reverse. Miles has had both and prefers the sort that at one point in its history had the power to wake the neighbors, but..." She shrugs. "It would, I think, feel a little like being offered a salad made with a carrot which the day previous had been able to tapdance."

[first_loyalty]

Madame Vorsoisson has some trouble envisioning this.



Then she bursts into giggles.

[isthisart]

Well, the image of a tapdancing carrot is hilarious, if Linya does burst into giggles likewise herself.

[first_loyalty]

"Tap-dancing carrots!" she gasps. "It's - sort of unsettling but - tap-dancing carrots!"

[isthisart]

"They would be very charming! People would keep them as pets. And I would not really like to eat them even if I were assured they were as bright as rocks."

[first_loyalty]

"I wouldn't like to eat them either, but I have no problem with, oh, geese," says Madame Vorsoisson, finally recovering from her gigglefit. "Perfectly ordinary non-tap-dancing geese. All in what you're used to, I suppose."

[isthisart]

"But geese can do a number of things that a vat of goose-inspired meat cannot. Hence the analogy with the charming carrot."

[first_loyalty]

"...I think I'd be worried about eating the charming carrot for - different reasons."

[isthisart]

"Oh?"

[first_loyalty]

"Um... it would seem like... such an obviously strange kind of carrot, with who knows what bizarre modifications I couldn't possibly understand... might not be as healthy for human consumption as the sort you would find in an ordinary vegetable garden?"

[isthisart]

"Well, a carrot designed to tapdance would probably not be optimized for human consumption, that's true, although I don't imagine it'd be necessary for design reasons to introduce anything that was actually toxic. But without knowing something about how it was made, that's a reasonable concern."

[first_loyalty]

Tentative smile.

[isthisart]

"This party is more or less intended to demonstrate to people that I am nontoxic. And get a read on who is unwilling to make the experiment of being in a room with me," says Linya dryly.

[first_loyalty]

"Oh. Well - I don't think you seem to be toxic at all. Although I would be surprised and alarmed to find you on my dinner plate," says Madame Vorsoisson.

[isthisart]

"I feature in no comestibles whatsoever. The actual name for the party that was used while we were planning it was the 'Lady Vorkosigan Doesn't Bite Party'."

[first_loyalty]

...She starts giggling again, both hands over her mouth.

[isthisart]

Linya grins.