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Linya sees Dr. Cheung onto a ship other than the Ariel, which agrees to tote him to Komarr very, very slowly, knocking him out for each jump and having someone look after him when he comes around green in the gills. It's not going to be a fun trip for him, but it's better than trying to collaborate with a multi-week conversational turnaround time. It's pricey - the ship has nonperishable cargo with no deadline at its destination and already employs a medtech, but still - but she thinks it's worth it.
Her business on Earth concluded, she examines the list of tourist attractions she didn't get around to, determines that none of them are worth sticking around for, and gets on a much faster vessel and goes all the way home. The first thing she does when there is go looking for whichever of the Count or Countess is easiest to find.
isthisart
thisvorlunatic
"Oh... after the attempted Barrayaran invasion of Escobar, a bunch of uterine replicators with fetuses in them were sent from them to us. Probably all of unromantic origin. Seventeen, I think is the number. Mother later reused one of those very replicators to keep gestating me after they had to scoop me out."
isthisart
"What an unlovely chapter of history... but I'm glad there was a place to put you when you had to relocate."
isthisart
"Replicators are easier to get now, right? I was thinking of looking after Little Aral Adri myself for fine-tuned environmental monitoring, at least unless I find it unexpectedly necessary to make more business trips in spite of having delegated pen-sprinkling. It will probably be harder to get one to take home if there are only a handful on the entire planet."
thisvorlunatic
"In case you haven't noticed, my love, you are very, very rich. You could have your favourite model shipped here from Beta Colony if you felt like it. But yes, there are more replicators on Barrayar now than there were then."
isthisart
"I actually don't know much about standard-issue models. I should look into that in case it interacts with my previous education on incubation in some way and pick one out."
thisvorlunatic
"There you go, then. And then I suppose we decide when we want to start him... I confess I'm still nervous about the parenting aspect of this operation."
isthisart
"I've been taking notes from Ekaterin's example and I am not particularly intimidated, but there's no rush. Any halfway decent replicator can be bought well in advance and permitted to collect dust in a closet until you're good and ready."
isthisart
Time passes. They're at Vorkosigan Surleau, so when Linya isn't working or hand-feeding her husband she takes the lightflyer up to zoom around and think. She writes a song about nothing in particular.
She says to Miles, after a few more days:
"How's your war story supply?"
She says to Miles, after a few more days:
"How's your war story supply?"
thisvorlunatic
"Nigh bottomless. Let's see. Would you like the story of why I'm never visiting Jackson's Whole again? Or the story of how the Dendarii pulled off the third biggest prisoner-of-war escape in history?"
thisvorlunatic
"They're not actually all that connected, except that some ass from Accounting decided to grill Illyan about what he spent on them, so they're fresh in my mind. Would you like them in chronological order?"
thisvorlunatic
"Right. So Jackson's Whole is, well, a hole. How much do you know about the place? Do I need to explain what various Houses do and who runs them or will you be sufficiently informed if I just say 'Fell, Ryoval, and Bharaputra'?"
isthisart
"I haven't made much of a study of the place. I don't plan to ever visit, on the grounds that it is not a civilized planet. But I know Bharaputra's specialty."
thisvorlunatic
"Heh. So. Fell does weapons. Ryoval does ghastly prostitution, often in the form of custom bioengineered sex-slaves. At the time of my first, latest, and hopefully last visit, Baron Fell was a man named Georish Stauber, half-brother to Baron Ryoval. Not that I knew that genealogical detail going in. Do you also know about the Jacksonian brain-transplant business?"
isthisart
She makes a face. "Yes. If Dr. Cheung gets anywhere I may be able to render it partially obsolete."