"People want to interview me? Why?"

"Probably because I was seen downtown kissing you and you have a baby and that's vaguely scandalous and you could pass as some species we've seen before but some people have correctly guessed - they're not allowed to demon-verify - that you are not, which makes you a new species, which is a headline all on its own."

Giggle.

"You can accept interviews if you like or reject them if you like or demand that they bribe you, but the requests shouldn't be going through me. I'll set it all up for you."

"Being interviewed sounds like fun all by itself but I wonder what they'd bribe me with."

"Everyone having access to all material goods any time they care to negotiate for it does make bribery a little harder. People get creative - don't accept concert tickets, I can get you concert tickets, anyone offering you concert tickets is trying to pull one over you."

"Good to know!"

"And if there are any concerts you care to attend -"

"I totally want to attend concerts. But I'd need somebody to watch Katin, even very quiet babies not being usually welcome at concerts."

"Oooh, I bet your alts would babysit."

"They probably would! How do I deliver them a baby."

"The big silvery glass building three to our left has teleporters if you ever need one unscheduled, but if you can plan in advance I'd just ask on the crystal ball network and then they can figure out if it makes more sense for them to come and visit and bring their Catherines - and their other kids, in one case - or to invite you over, and arrange transit accordingly."

"I don't think I need to attend any concerts on less than half an hour's notice."

"You never know!!!"

"Spontaneous urgent concerts, what will the multiverse think of next!"

Kiss. Kiss kiss. "I do hope no one is inspired by me to go steal people. They won't be princes or the best in the world at singing so it won't be nearly as good. Perhaps I should tell Maitimo to prohibit the practice and give me a special exception."

"You are definitely an especially appealing alien abductor."

"You have a good ear."

"You have a good voice!"

"I do! I am told you do too, though you still have not sung me anything."

"Do you want me to? I feel kind of outclassed."

"I would like it very much. I have an alt who wished upon the most powerful magic we have to be the best singer in the multiverse and yet I do not find my appreciation of other people ruined."

"Okay!" And she clears her throat and sings a song from her planet about city birds building nests and eating crumbs and looking at people through their windows.

It is adorable. He listens very very attentively.

And then she hums a little transition into something poppy and love-song-y.