"Miles and I are planning to get married again, Barrayaran ceremony groats and all, and I wondered if you'd be my Second."
Miles giggles. "I, um, yes." A memory of a certain conversation with Bel Thorne springs to mind, and he adds, "...How hopelessly pathetic was I when I first saw you? With the falling to my knees and all?"
"...Do you want me to generate a number on a scale from one to ten or elaborate further on what I thought of it?"
"Oh, I don't know, is both an option? I confess I'm much more interested in the latter."
"Then the latter you shall have. It's - a substantial part of your appeal is the way you sort of - project your experience of the world outward. It's very compelling. When that experience happened to be that you were thunderstruck by my designer's artistic choices, that was flattering; the particular way you displayed it was incidental."
Giggles! Snuggles! Giggly snuggles! And rebraided hair! Miles feels terribly accomplished.
Linya continues to attend classes. She's got a variety. Right now she is doing her genetics homework.
"Yes. Wedding number two. With the groats. Well - I've been thinking about it, and I think I mostly have my head sorted out. Is now a good time to talk about it again...?"
He takes a quick breath.
"—And as long as enough of the original sequence remains that you can fairly say you didn't just replace the genome wholesale with something designed from scratch. And - I don't know, I'd want to be appraised of what you were doing, I'd want to get a say, express opinions, but I trust your judgment enough that I don't expect to want to really veto anything. You aren't going to give our children, I don't know, fangs or something else that would get them spit on in the street, you aren't going to insist that their heights be arranged in birth order or want to predetermine their sexualities according to specific ratios or something - I thought it was terribly sweet that you wanted to give them all my eyes." Another breath. "And it's not as though we urgently require an heir at this very moment, so we have time to work out the details? I think? I hope?"
"Oh, I agree they shouldn't be tetrachromats and I don't think I can do that without starting from scratch anyway - and I'd have to think about that but at a guess it wouldn't get very good color fidelity - And of course I can keep you apprised and there will be no fangs or anything - do you want me to actually give them your eyes or did you just think it was a nice sentiment?"
"I... wouldn't go as far as saying I want you to give them my eyes, but I think it's terribly sweet and you would not have to try hard at all to convince me. I am extremely convincable on that point."
"You have pretty eyes," she opines, snuggling him. "And I'm homozygous for brown, they'd all have brown eyes if I didn't do anything. It's not like red hair where we have a one in four chance hands-off."