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Time goes by. Linya, who already quietly turned nineteen, turns twenty. She collects an accelerated master's degree in neuroscience and starts corresponding with various people on the subject.
Pens spread out; the next time Miles sees Elli he gets a white standard-model pen she bought him on Escobar. She has one too; it's silver. She loves it and thanks him for recommending it to her. (She has bought a whole boxful to unload at a markup on the next planet or station she comes to that doesn't have them yet, but doesn't explicitly mention this in case he objects to her cutting into Lady Vorkosigan's margins.)
Miles also has one actual courier mission in there, just escorting a diplomatic pouch from Pol back home, to pad his service record for the less-cleared eye.
There is a visit to a clinic to collect and mystically join gametes, and Linya collects the resulting assembly in data format for editing. She does the grey eyes first and estimates that if she doesn't particularly hurry she'll have a Little Aral What-the-Heck-Should-His-Middle-Name-Be all ready to put in a replicator in two or three years, though she can accelerate that considerably if something comes up urgently requiring the presence of Little Aral sooner rather than later.
And then Miles gets sent off again and is gone for a very long time.
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isthisart
isthisart
Nuzzle. "Aha. This must pile up into bewildering genealogy projects, mustn't it?"
isthisart
"Well, I suppose I'll change the filenames for the project, then, if we've settled on 'Adri'. I like it." She produces her pen and gestures lazily through the air, summoning up a project folder and changing all references to 'Little Aral' into 'Aral Adri' instead.
thisvorlunatic
"Oh, pens," sighs Miles, cuddling up. "I miss my pen. Left the bloody thing on Barrayar."
isthisart
"Well, if you want an interim one, I can scare one up for you, although it won't be your pretty fountain version and I don't have a full selection of colors on this planet."
isthisart
"The demos are all black. Ivan has one, now," she adds. "He met a girl who did holo art and had nothing intelligent to say and begged one of the demos off me last month in case he finds her again and she wants to be allowed to draw things in midair."
thisvorlunatic
"Oh, Ivan," snorts Miles. "Right. I'll take black, then, I guess. I love you." He makes a halfhearted effort to sit up, then desists in favour of finding Linya's hand and kissing that.
middlingalong
And that is when the door bursts open, revealing a white-faced Captain Galeni who looks like he'd rather be on the other side of the galaxy.
Ivan is behind him, in gym clothes and extremely frazzled, protesting: "Sir, I swear to God that Linyabel is in actual fact -"
Ivan is behind him, in gym clothes and extremely frazzled, protesting: "Sir, I swear to God that Linyabel is in actual fact -"
thisvorlunatic
"—For fuck's sake!" yells Miles, sitting bolt upright and glaring at the intruders with sufficient force he is surprised neither catches fire on the spot.
middlingalong
"- is actually Lady goddamn Vorkosigan," cries Ivan. "Sir, they could've been -"
"Never mind what you think they could've been, I'm concerned about what else they could've been, I want to know exactly how a Cetagandan got into Lieutenant Vorkosigan's room without my personal attention," hisses Galeni.
"Never mind what you think they could've been, I'm concerned about what else they could've been, I want to know exactly how a Cetagandan got into Lieutenant Vorkosigan's room without my personal attention," hisses Galeni.
thisvorlunatic
"By being my fucking wife," Miles snaps. As an afterthought, he adds, "Sir."
isthisart
"I spent a quarter-hour producing my anniversary and everything else from Miles's file your security could think to ask of me to confirm it," Linya adds, petting Miles's hair. "And then one of them remembered Ivan having mentioned me, as I have been on this planet for some time now and spoken with my cousin-in-law a few times since arriving. And then I came in and as you can see I have not assassinated my husband this occasion of being in a room with him. We have been discussing middle names for a forthcoming child, Captain, I assure you it's harmless unless you really don't like double initials."
middlingalong
"Oh, did you settle on something?" asks Ivan, distracted.
"Oh, shut up, Vorpatril," snaps Galeni. "And none of them fetched me - or fetched Vorpatril to make sure they'd understood him - or asked Lieutenant Vorkosigan if this sounded right to him -"
"Oh, shut up, Vorpatril," snaps Galeni. "And none of them fetched me - or fetched Vorpatril to make sure they'd understood him - or asked Lieutenant Vorkosigan if this sounded right to him -"
isthisart
"I also showed them a wedding holo. And I am in Miles's file, Captain. Should I have hauled one of the Vorkosigan armsmen with me all the way from home, do you think? I didn't expect to have this much prejudicial treatment to deal with in the more cosmopolitan parts of the galaxy, but I suppose this is Barrayaran soil..."
thisvorlunatic
"Aral Adri," chirps Miles to Ivan, by way of subtle revenge on Galeni. "And I'm leaning Tybalt Antoly if we produce a second son."
isthisart
"Possibly with intervening daughters," says Linya. "For whom we have no grandparental traditional guidance at all. Will that be all, Captain? Should I be dragging Miles to my hotel if I want to be behind an unmolested door?"
Galeni heaves a sigh. "Lieutenant Vorkosigan's confined to the embassy for the time being, Lady Vorkosigan. But I do not anticipate the need to - burst in on you suddenly again. I apologize," he says stiffly.
Galeni heaves a sigh. "Lieutenant Vorkosigan's confined to the embassy for the time being, Lady Vorkosigan. But I do not anticipate the need to - burst in on you suddenly again. I apologize," he says stiffly.
middlingalong
"I tried," says Ivan, as Galeni turns to go, "to stop him, but he didn't want to take my word for it, s'pose."
thisvorlunatic
Miles sighs.
"Can't imagine why," he mutters under his breath, but then produces a more gracious and less subvocal "Thank you, Ivan."
"Can't imagine why," he mutters under his breath, but then produces a more gracious and less subvocal "Thank you, Ivan."
middlingalong
"Right. Well. Go back to naming little Vorkosigans. I'll - go off again."
And Ivan shuts the door.
And Ivan shuts the door.
isthisart
"Thank goodness we were naming little Vorkosigans. I suppose wondering what in the world you're doing assigned here or why he's particularly paranoid about Cetagandans when his accent is Komarran is an off-limits question?"
thisvorlunatic
"He's paranoid about everybody - the Komarran part is a major contributor, should I explain the history there? - but I fully acknowledge the fixation on your planet of origin was a little absurd, all things considered."
And Cetagandans do happen to be trying to assassinate Miles—Naismith. Whom Miles Vorkosigan's wife cannot be allowed to know exists. Yeah, that's going to be fun.
And Cetagandans do happen to be trying to assassinate Miles—Naismith. Whom Miles Vorkosigan's wife cannot be allowed to know exists. Yeah, that's going to be fun.
isthisart
"I didn't think the Komarrans were as bad about Cetagandans. I suppose if they were it might be hard to blame them particularly. I do understand the part where he's under particular pressure to look after you - via abrupt door-opening if need be, I suppose."