Also, Ivan gets bored - with all the bodyguards Vorreedi now requires for them after the incident at the bioestheties exhibition, the possible spontaneity of going out with his ghem girlfriends is much reduced.
But the next day they get to attend the Singing Open of the Great Gates.
And oh, is there ever singing.
"I think... if I have the option for mine, I'd like it to really look like an old-fashioned pen, if possible. I'm not sure of the size of the market for that aesthetic in the wormhole nexus at large."
"For the projection to work right there does need to be something clear on each end. I suppose I could possibly make it look like a pen cap on the nib side," Linya muses, shuffling her screen around and switching back to full color to write this down.
"It has to - well, it's easiest to make it work if it's a hemisphere. I suppose I might be able to figure out enough optics to get it to behave in a nib shape." Note note.
"Quite possibly. Let's see if this ship library has anything I haven't read in the relevant problems of making light go through oddly-shaped things." She goes and browses through the available texts, humming.
So instead she kisses Miles.
(If Miles is capable of complex thought he might notice that she kisses like someone with only theoretical knowledge of the practice, but Linya vaguely suspects that he might take long enough to have this power of discernment for her to catch up on the learning curve.)
He already pretty much knows that she has only theoretical knowledge of the practice. He doesn't really consider it a detriment. She's kissing him. It's lovely. The end.
And then that seems like enough kiss for the time being. Although she does decide that his hair requires petting.
Miles hugs her and leans into her and makes contented humming noises of the sort one might make if one were discovering the joys of hairpets.
Miles spends a few moments Being Very Delighted and then sets up to start working on his report again.
Several days pass in this fashion, with Linya learning Russian (and producing more and more of her idle conversation therein) and brainstorming pen-related ideas and occasionally fiddling around with her keyboard and voice, Miles finishing up his report while cuddling her, and the pair of them invariably waking up snuggled together. It's all terribly cute.
One morning she wakes up snuggled up to him and, uncharacteristically, when she kisses him good morning, does not then proceed to let him go and get up to start her day. She doesn't seem to have any immediate plans to get up at all.
Kisses. Snuggly, horizontal kisses.