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[isthisart]

Linya unpacks. She is introduced to the armsmen and the other householders, and those of them younger and less thoroughly worn smooth by experience than Pym react to her with various combinations of glassy-eyed staring and suspicion - none of which fails to retreat at a well-timed throat-clearing, though, so she is able to bring one along with her for protection when she makes a trip to a music store for piano tuning tools. It goes without incident. She also makes sure she will be able to find food in the wee hours of the morning when she's up late or early.

She well-tempers the piano, and plays one of her relatively few memorized pieces (there are, in fact, a lot of them, but fewer than musicians of her acquaintance acquire for their repertoires) to make sure it's how she wants it.

The next morning, she draws Miles a diagram of the cascade braid and lets him practice it until he's got it down and she can wear it out. Cordelia mentions that she has invited Gregor over.

Linya tries groats with maple syrup on them for breakfast and, unexpectedly, loves them. (She does not try ethanol in any form, nor animal meat, this early in her residence.) She gets her pen to connect to the Barryaran comm networks. She meets, by comm-call, the Vorkosigan family accountant Tsipis, with whom she gets on absolutely famously; after fifteen minutes they have an enthusiastic agreement to talk thrice weekly so he can teach her economics and keep her up to date on how he's doing with errands for her nascent pen development business - sourcing materials and tools for her prototypes, materials and tools and manufacturers and programmers for scaling up when she has a solid consumer version.

She starts teaching herself the local form of Greek and has another bowl of groats in the dimness when there's nobody about but the night guard.

She slips into bed with her husband contentedly and snuggles up and goes to sleep.

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[greatcomposure]

Cordelia shrugs.

[isthisart]

"Anyway, I'll arrange not to be occupied with anything distracting around noon."

[greatcomposure]

"You do that," she says, and drifts off.

[isthisart]

Back to Linya's breakfast. Ah, not-ship-food, so much an improvement.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles is all breakfasted out by this point, but he sees no reason not to continue admiring his wife while she eats.

[isthisart]

That will earn him a mapley kiss when she has finished eating!

[thisvorlunatic]

"Ooh. Maple-y," he comments.

[isthisart]

"I'm delicious," she agrees.

[thisvorlunatic]

"You are!" Kiss!

[isthisart]

Scoop! Kiss.

[thisvorlunatic]

Eeeeeeeee. Scoopular kisses.

[isthisart]

Eventually she puts Miles down and wanders to someplace cozy to read the book. It's very interesting, even apart from the part where it contains the available variants of vows for a second wedding ceremony that were her original interest in the subject.

If and when, the words will - if they go with the most common variant - be: "I, [full name], do take thee, [full name], to be my spouse and helpmeet, forsaking all others. I swear to stand with you, united in love; to give aid where needed, and accept it where given; to guard your honour as you guard mine, our lives intertwined, for as long as we both shall live." Charming, much more sentimental than the "genome in a pretty package as a gift for you" language of the one they've already had. She does not think she wants to recite these words this week, but at some point - perhaps.

When she has finished reading the book she takes it back to the library and attempts to figure out where it is supposed to live. Eventually she divines the organizational system, puts it in its spot, and consults the time. It is nearly noon.

She's hungry, but should probably not start lunch without the anticipated imperial guest. She goes and loiters on a couch near the entrance and studies Barryaran Greek. (She knew Ancient Greek already, but this helps surprisingly little.)

[seewhathappens]

Said imperial guest arrives preceded by a pair of quietly efficient ImpSec men, who give the front hall a quick once-over for lurking surprises and then take up unobtrusive posts by the door.

The man himself follows.

Tallish but not towering, with a serious face and slightly untidy brown hair, dressed semiformally in sober colours that correspond to neither of his official uniforms. Very unimposing, for an emperor; perhaps that's on purpose.

When he spots Linya on her couch, he gives her a cordial nod. "Lady Vorkosigan."

[isthisart]

How kind of the ImpSec men to warn her so she has time to put her Greek exercises away and her pen back on the necklace. And this personage she does have protocol lessons for. "Sir," she replies, getting up.

[seewhathappens]

"Your marriage to Miles presents several... interesting complications for me on a political level," he says. "But on the personal, I'm glad he's found someone, and I hope the two of you suit each other. I'd like you to know that I don't intend to hold you to account for any trouble you cause here by the mere fact of your existence."

[isthisart]

"That's good to know - we seem to suit each other, so far. Ought I know about the political complications?"

[seewhathappens]

"I plan to discuss them over lunch."

[greatcomposure]

It is at this moment that Cordelia enters the vicinity.

"Gregor," she says, greeting him with a handclasp and a maternally affectionate smile. "Good to see you."

[seewhathappens]

"Likewise. Should we send someone to fetch Miles, or just proceed as planned and let him show up of his own accord?"

[greatcomposure]

"Hm. Linyabel, do you happen to know where he is?"

[isthisart]

"Not as of right now, no."

[greatcomposure]

"Well, if he hasn't popped up by the time we reach the table, I'll go find him."

This plan of action having been formed, she turns to lead her guests to the table in question - a medium-sized one that lives in a lesser dining room, currently supplied with four place settings arranged in facing pairs.

[isthisart]

Linya sits at one.

[seewhathappens]

Gregor sits opposite. (Gregor's guards once again stand by the door, one in, one out.)

[greatcomposure]

Cordelia steps out for a few seconds, then returns and sits next to Gregor, leaving the seat next to Linya for Miles.