" - yes, I do. I will get my Rebecca first, though."
"The baby did not escape me! I'd sooner not run off to get married this weekend, we'd be competing for attention with four others of you and that's nowhere near enough time to plan a spectacular wedding in. But it is important to me you not expect to be abandoned, so if you want it soon -"
"I mean besides that, the baby's dad is a complete prick who doesn't know the meaning of 'wait it's springtime'. What if I do not expect to be abandoned and I'm just horny?"
"I can maybe think of a solution to that but your hair is very distracting, you had probably better tie it back so I can think."
"Elves can get off just from that but I don't think I care to - are you attached to the uniform -"
Macalaurë belatedly remembers to frown at his windows; they go frosty. "Peka," he says delightedly. "My Peka."
Yeah, eventually. "She's hungry - you said not to pack anything - I still don't have a list, will the demon mind coming back -"
He braids both their hair; he doesn't seem to think to put on clothes. He finds her the laser pointer.
"Hmmm? Not customary but not very remarkable and I think I ripped your uniform."
It makes an intricate light picture on the floor; she can't read it. There's a little bit of a wait. And then a person appears, somewhere between Peka and Macalaurë in height, stretching glittery black bat wings. "Macalaurë!"
"Hi! Fill Peka's shopping list for her and I'll sing you something? - you have to agree," he adds to Peka.