"That sounds adorable, can you do it on command or would I have to take my clothes off in front of the non-witch adorable little children which I probably shouldn't do?"
"I cannot do it on command, but it's not that infrequent. Please do not take off your clothes."
"Not out here, anyway, I don't think they'll last long if I go hang out with a heap of Whistles. You don't sound likely to join me at such a pursuit."
Stella reports to Matilda: [I don't want to introduce your magic at this time, but I'd like to revisit the issue in a few more years when my empire's more entrenched and has more than a few million people in it and Earth is a nicer place to live. Jane's got a node in your world so I can contact you anytime, right?]
"Good. Cute people should be told that they're cute," Amariah asserts. "I bet a lot of Whistles would be happy to reiterate the sentiment if we visited them. And then I'd get to see this eeping I have heard so much about."
"So cute. Does Stella not even hit on you? I'm all the way on the one end of the spectrum, but it's not like she's Golden, and it's not like we're constitutionally incapable except for me as the lone exception, Shell Bell's got her set of twins..."
"Would you find it unwelcome in some way that she knows about?" inquires Amariah, pushing open the first door of the privacy airlock. "And that I clearly don't so you should tell me if you want me to stop."
"I don't know, really," he says, following her into the airlock. "I do tend to eep, but as you can see, that's not always something I try to avoid..."
Amariah giggles. The first door closes, the second opens. She peers through, looking first of all for Kas.
"How'd you get him in here?" giggles Alice, climbing out of the pile and coming over to give Lazarus a hug and ruffle his hair.
Kas is busy making out with Micaiah, but Petaal is being an angel and she waves from where Ghosty and Queenie are snuggled up in her wings.
"Insinuated nicely," says Amariah, waving back at Petaal. Path tucks away; it's safer in a room with this many bodies, and he, unlike Petaal, can't touch a majority of the attendees. Also, it is clearly unwarranted for her to wear clothes here. She stops!
"Come snuggle everybody," he invites.