[How, pray tell, can you kind of tell?]

[He gets this look.]

[Huh?]

[We did some talking in between all the sex, and he gets this look when he talks about you. It's really cute.]

[...Really.]

[Yes, really.]

[...That is cute.]

[What'd I tell you? So you should make out with him,] Queenie says firmly. [I'll even quit fucking him if you think you'd get jealous, and I do not say that lightly, because he is extrrrrremely fuckable.]

[Uh, wow.]

Queenie giggles.

[Only now I don't know what to actually do.]

[Take him to dinner somewhere fancy. Tell him I think you guys should make out. Take him home again. Do I have to give you detailed instructions from there? 'Cause I can.]

[There are steps missing from the beginning of this plan. I think if I just kidnap him and appear him at that seafood place somebody opened in the Arkady Bubble he will drop his tea.]

[Awww, you,] Queenie says fondly. [Call him up, ask him if he wants to get dinner sometime, he'll say yes, suggest a place...]

[I dunno, I'm not as confident as you seem to be.]

[Or I could call him and tell him you want to date him but you're getting all shy about it.]

[...Is that an offer or a threat?]

[It can't be both?]

[I suppose the key difference is whether you're planning to do this whether I want you to or not.]

[I won't do it if you really don't want me to. If you're kinda-sorta-not-sure and not planning to ask him out yourself, I totally will.]

[...What if I conspicuously refuse to tell you which of those it is?]

[Then I conspicuously refuse to tell you what I'm gonna do about it.]

[I probably should've guessed that.]

She giggles unrepentantly.

[This is reminding me of that time Aurora went to everybell except me and Golden and asked them how they dealt with polyamory and concluded that everybody had special circumstances and she was on her own. I don't know how to do this and I want to copy somebody because that would be comfortable and I can't.]