Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.
"Three of each exactly," Sarelle concludes. She separates out one each of synthesis, triumph, and time. "And now what remains is neatly divisible by six."
"Right then. I guess we can distinguish bowls by - weight? And know how many more approximately to pour in. Where are bowls, Loel, we need bowls."
"S'pose so. We should name it, anyway, That One Game With The Blessing Coins is kind of a mouthful."
"My only idea is terrible, and since Loel isn't here maybe nobody will badger me into saying it anyway."
"Insofar as it's possible to do so without insulting Patience, I second her assessment of the idea."
"Then it seems we will have to do without it. 'That One Game With The Blessing Coins' remains our top contender."
"Trading Post. Blessing Bowls. Everybody Tries To Trade For Flexibility Because It's In Half The Sets."
"And intelligence, clarity, imagination, and power have two appearances each. An interesting selection we are."
"I have all duplicate blessings. You'll be able to make a Kiri set out of leftovers," snorts Kiri.
"Hurray for bowls. Anything else we need to figure out before we start trying to play - I think I like Blessing Bowls best of Aleko's ideas?"
"For no particular reason except that I am the first person to try to come up with an answer to that question I shall go first and I'm gonna arbitrarily say that we go widdershins from there."
Sarelle picks up the poured bowls to judge their weight, and occasionally shifts a few coins from one bowl to another.