"I am not satisfied you're sufficiently convinced of how silly you were."

"I was very silly. I hadn't thought it through."

Nose kisses. "Very silly."

Gigglesnuggle.

And eventually, bar?

Yes, bar. The trick is apparently to rebraid her hair before she gets out of bed.

Downstairs they go.

Huan is there.

Little Edie is there. She is curled up on Huan, napping.

Odette immediately puts an illusion over the incriminating bite marks.

"...How long were we up there?"

"Huan says a few hours."

"...That was not a few hours. Bar?"

Time passes at inconsistent rates within various portions of the establishment.

"Huh. Well. I feel better about abandoning her now."

She contemplates the scene.

"That is far too adorable."

"And when she wakes you can tell her whatever you'd like about magic."

"Yeah."

(She leans against him, almost unconsciously.)

"And, you know, just talk to her--it's not every day you meet a little kid who's you."

(An undercurrent, not explicit but fairly strong: she really likes children.)

We haven't had any in five hundred years. It - it feels like part of what it is to be a society is missing, if there's no children. 

That sounds awful.

A mental image of the streets of Genosha, that almost always had at least a handful of kids running around getting into trouble.

Well. Milliways. War'll be over in under an hour, probably.

I love you.

I love you too, she sighs, wrapping an arm around his waist. Being in love is wonderful. "...Right, we came down for a reason. Bar, I want to practice large-scale magic if I can; to what extent is it alright for me to remodel the backyard?"

Please mind that you do not disturb the giant squid in the lake. You may be unaccustomed to the space warping features creating the illusion that the space proceeds indefinitely; be advised. Other remodeling is permissible, although I cannot guarantee that it will remain in place over time as you place it.

"I don't care how things are, I just want to muck with them enough to help improve my magic. I will leave the squid alone. Well. Magically." She looks at her...boyfriend? Lover? Arguable pre-fiance? Whatever.

"Want me to cheer while you redecorate?"

"Curious if you wanted to talk to the squid."

"What's a squid doing in a lake? They usually need deeper... yeah, sure."

"...Possibly not while the little one is all snuggled up, though, if time sometimes moves differently between parts if Milliways. It would be dreadfully ironic if we went outside for an hour and found she had left a week ago."

"We can sit here and order food. I assume the bar does food."