"I have no idea what a me who is a dragon would even be like," says Anna.
"Like you, except a dragon, is I think the idea. I don't know that I'll be very helpful; the pair of me, when there was a pair, were a fork and we still didn't get along that well till we merged."
"But we got that handled and now I'm fine. And I don't think either of you are mad at your dragon alt for putting the moves on your boyfriend, am I right?"
"So you are quite without my problem."
"Has this one got a Chainsaw-alt associated with her?"
"Yeah," says Anna. "Sandy's met him. He's an elf. They haven't met each other, though."
"Huh, an elf. I don't know what conclusions to draw from that."
"He has pointy ears and doesn't like questions," says Anna. "And he's a lot like Sandy but less happy."
"Which kind of makes him the opposite of Chainsaw," says Eights. "Thankfully. I think one Chainsaw is enough."
Glass appears. "Green," she says to Nathan, "and, purples."
"Sorry - I've discovered that templates fall into one of two categories, which we're calling 'moieties', one green, one purple. You guys are purple. Nathan is green. Jokers are purple, Bells are green, I haven't sorted everybody yet though."
"I haven't checked him yet. Also, we don't know what, if anything, these categories mean."
"Isn't it just? I can go check Sandy real quick if you're curious."
"You can't fix it yourself?"
Eights shrugs. "It's not bugging me enough to be worth a torch."
"...yyyyyes, but... wait, do you mean you're not minted? I thought for sure you were," says Anna, blinking. "That's so weird, why not?"