"Would you like me to hold Katin while you make the list, it might be a bit easier."

"That will help, thanks." Baby!

Baby!!! He sings to baby.

Well that's just distracting. ...She manages to simultaneously pick her way through local fashion pictures though.

Elves have very pretty clothes. The lingerie section of their online stores is apparently for married people only.

She can't read Quenya. "Why doesn't this link work?"

"Hmm? - oh, because you're not married. We are a very conservative society and like to pretend we wait for marriage."

"...how can the Internet tell I'm not married?"

"It's my computer and I do not have the marriage blessings installed."

"Marriage blessings?" She investigates hair ornaments.

Hair ornaments is a clickable page though of course all the models have their hair neatly braided. "My species has a computer chip at the place where the spine meets the brain, it does continuous backups of our minds and you can install all kinds of software enhancements for things, and they're called blessings, and a bunch of them are paired and specifically for marriage."

"Aww, that's cute."

"Some of them are pretty neat. There're thought-sharing ones, that kind of thing."

"But you prefer to steal chipless aliens!"

"Maybe none of my subjects would put up with being stolen."

"It might be niche."

"Little bit. My alts had to reassure me that you were going to be happy and not go 'help! police!'"

"One does not cultivate a habit of yelling for the police anyway with pink hair but nah this has been awesome."

Kiss.

Kiss!!!

If Katin will tolerate being set down he thinks they were in the middle of something.

Katin will tolerate that!

Oh good!

So very good!

A different Macalaurë messages Sybil to say that the descriptions of the roles thing are, uh, all a little confusing, how should he take good care of his Rebecca who will shortly be reembodied.