"There are," she announces, "kinds of you."
Elspeth flops onto the sofa again.
Felicity scoops up his poof and wanders out of the house with it. He takes his supply of triangles.
Neither of the adults present follow him. Unrelatedly - really! - a giant brown wolf with a half-vampire on his back may be seen making a lazy circuit of the island while the sun sets.
And on go the wolf and his imprint along the beach. Afterwards they go back into the house.
She can totally hear him, but has no special reaction. Jake is napping in the bedroom Felicity didn't pick. Elspeth is up and on the couch; she isn't planning to sleep for a while with the Internet thing underway.
Elspeth shrugs too, and conjures him a light set of pajamas to match the warm climate, white with yellow edging like the bedroom he picked out. "Here you go. I'll come up with a few outfits to magic into your closet overnight, if you don't have any requests."
"Okay," he says, bundling up the pajamas and letting his poof tumble onto them so he can carry it all back into his room together.
And Felicity sleeps. For a value of 'sleep' that includes rather a lot of quiet crying.
She doesn't go into the room.
In the morning, he stays in the room a long time, curled up with his poof and his computer. He emerges in search of food around lunchtime.
The kitchen is full of ingredients, and Elspeth is eating grapes and tapping away at her tablet. "If there's some sort of food you'd like around that isn't here let me know," she says.
"Mnh," says Felicity. He stares meditatively through the fridge door, inventories all the cupboards (again), and then makes himself a sandwich and disappears back into his room.
He appears again a few hours later, dressed in clothes from his closet instead of the pajamas, and silently begins making spaghetti.