[United Nations meetings are boring. What are you up to?]
[There's a bit of confusing terminology for relationships to the families of alts, or alts of families. The going thing is to talk as though alts are siblings, find the closest one, branch from there, and then add -oid - so, Rose's eldest Yseult and Angela's eldest Damaris are alts, Yseult and Angela's youngest Peninnah are sisteroids, the rosebuds and cherubs relate to the Joker's kids or Glass's little beads as cousinoids, etcetera. It breaks down a little, but it's close enough for many purposes.]
[Why, what would you call them to refer collectively? And I don't think anyone's drawn trees, no - perfect memories make them less useful.]
[At least they're self-explanatory. And Golden's kid doesn't get a cutesy collective noun because there's only one of her?]
[Yeah, she's just Elspeth. If she had any siblings we'd probably call them nuggets or something.]
[That's awful. Adorably awful. What about the rest of them? If Stella had kids would they be starlings?]
[Well, now that you've suggested it, absolutely. I think Shell Bell is considering having kids and they'll be saddled with something molluscy, I don't know about Amariah's but maybe something to do with those pine branches witches fly on, I don't think Juliet's planning on it any time soon and it probably won't have been fifty years for her when we repeal because she has Jarvises but maybe they'd get something fire-themed, no clue for the others.]
[No, that's Shell Bell's Sherlock's nickname. Something like cowries or scallops.]
[I don't know what they'd do with me. 'Pattern' doesn't really lend itself. 'Ringlets' or something I guess.]
[Yeah. I'm not in any hurry to produce ringlets, though.]
[Yeah. Okay, I think I have convinced these doctors that their problems are important to me and I will do my best to address them and I can refer them to staff for more detailed negotiations about their retirement packages now.]
There is a knock at his door.
"So, I can hear that song now, if you wanna sing it for me. No crusty old gastroenterologists will wonder why I am blushing."
Yep, that's a song about sex all right. Which he is singing. To her. In his living room. While shirtless. And grinning.
[Have I mentioned lately that I like your music?]