Hey, Libby, Bella! Orfeo, Elena! Here it is, in the house with all the partying going on! Ready to go? she says, herding the birthday girl away from the entrance.
[Absolutely,] says Libby, including Bella and (on a whim) Orfeo in the brainphone call.
[On our way,] Bella adds. She has nothing to pack; she didn't even avail herself of guest clothes, her (pathetic stupid little argh) triangles having sufficed to keep her original outfit presentable.
Now, as to what if anything Orfeo and his sister are bringing along...
Elena's packed, too. She has packed a change of clothes, her wolf uniform, and a tiny ziplock bag's worth of travel-size toiletries. If packing choices could scream, hers would scream I am not planning a prolonged vacation.
And Libby is definitely listening to the screams of Elena's luggage.
At any rate, everyone and their luggage or lack thereof weaves through the party and Elspeth lets them through. She pops in herself only long enough to buy another case of the bubbly goldy stuff, then departs. "See you, Grandma, Bella, Orfeo, Elena!"
The door closes behind Elspeth, and a moment later Libby opens it on her living room. She immediately collects all her coins, which isn't an action perceptible to anyone except in that she looks a little relieved when she does it.
Bella doesn't even set foot in the living room. She just leans far enough that she can teleport to points within her own universe and she's gone.
Orfeo looks around assessingly, Elena resentfully. She's the one to ask, "Where do we sleep?"
The apartment is, perhaps, not as uncozy as advertised. The walls are lined with neatly organized bookshelves; the promised couches are large and squashy and comfortable looking; the coffee table is wooden, with rounded corners. There is a general absence of clutter.
"These look comfy," he says, sinking deep into a couch with a random novel off Libby's shelf.
"I bought them especially for comfiness," she says to Orfeo, smiling fondly. "Are you leaning couchward for now, then?"
"If I stopped leaning couchward I think it might eat me in revenge," he says.
She leans her hands on the back of the couch and gazes meditatively at the opposite wall.
[Sure,] says Mary, not unfondly, before Libby can ask if she has a minute. [What's today's pressing question?]
[Kind of complicated to explain. So to catch you up: I visited another universe and a magically besotted werewolf followed me home.]
[...You have the most interesting problems,] says Mary. Libby grins.
Orfeo extricates himself from the couch and starts wandering around the apartment curiously, although he keeps an eye on Libby in case she wants to warn him away from anything.
[And you want me to do what about this?]
[The occasional consult,] says Libby. [Hop over to the Golden Empire for a little while, meet a bunch of werewolves, and point them at potential imprints with whom they can have successful relationships. But first we have to find out if you can tell a wolf's future at all; apparently their Imperial Seer cannot, in fact, see them.]
[Okay,] says Mary. [For you. Because I love you so very much.]
There's a slight pause; then she says, [Your wolf boy likes you a lot. Have you introduced him to Chris? Introduce him to Chris. They'll get along.]
[I will introduce him to Chris,] Libby promises, laughing. [So that's a yes on the predictability of werewolves. In which case... hmm, actually, separate favour. I was going to do some experiments, but Bella ran away with her stars. Can I get a few if-thens?]
[You may,] Mary allows.
[First: if Orfeo stays here, without his sister, and I don't do any magic to him, will he be okay?]
[...Not really,] says Mary. [He'll be alive, but unhappy. Why?]
[Being a werewolf without a pack apparently results in suicidal depression. Next question: what if I do try magic?]
Mary is silent for a moment. Libby glances around to see how her guests are doing.
Elena's judgmentally peering at the bookshelves. Orfeo's poking around in the kitchen, and, when Libby looks his way, he holds up a bag of oranges with a questioning look on his face.
[That's a big range,] says Mary. [Over time and probability both. Uh, you're major-odds going to live for multiple centuries, by the way, and this pack problem is going to fix itself one way or another within about one of those on average. I'm still excluding his sister, right?]
[Right,] Libby confirms.
[Good, because that wouldn't go well. Okay, I need a little more to go on here. What kinds of magic solution are you considering?]
[I was thinking of the direct approach.]
[That is pretty much your worst option,] says Mary. [It's not a one-time fix and it creates a lot of tension for some reason if you keep doing it. Pick something else.]
Libby thinks.
[...If I use magic to make someone a werewolf,] she says slowly, [will that work?]
[Bingo,] says Mary.
Libby grins.
[Thanks, Mary. My favourite source of advice as always.]
Orfeo starts cutting oranges open and eating them. After he's halfway through orange two, he calls Elena over, and she leaves off judging Libby's books to share the oranges.
[There wasn't,] says Libby.
Then she announces, "Mary has solved our problems, because Mary is awesome. I can't fix packlessness, but I can make more werewolves. One more werewolf, specifically. Orfeo, how do you feel about meeting my aunt Chris? I have it on good authority you're going to like her."
"Your aunt wants to be a werewolf?" Elena asks skeptically.
"My aunt will be okay with being a werewolf, according to my friend who can tell the future extremely accurately over short distances. Why, can you think of a good reason why she shouldn't?"
"There are drawbacks," Orfeo admits. "We're used to it. Your aunt's not."
[Yes, and you should make it Chris. You Moriarty girls do like to be in charge,] Mary says, amused.
[Will Chris like being a werewolf?]
[Yep!]
"Well, according to the local oracle, she'll deal," says Libby. "So now we just have to ask Chris."
[Hi, Chris!]