"Then," he says reasonably, "I wouldn't know where he was."

"You don't know where he is half the time anyway."

"I usually have a good idea of how far away."

"I don't know how this works - does the same person find him again after losing him or does the trail get picked up by other people on other planets?"

"The latter more than the former, but both have happened."

"How many times has he been lost and relocated since Earth?"

"Fourteen, counting only times when he dropped off the radar for a solid week or more. Many more than that if you count him losing a tail or disposing of a tracking device only to be spotted again some number of hours later, which seems to be a daily occurence when someone does have him in their sights."

"He's apparently being calmer about it than I would if someone I objected to following me were doing it anyway and they kept re-finding me that frequently. I'm impressed."

"All things considered, so am I."

"Me three. Slightly jealous, even."

Linya kisses the top of her husband's head. 'Cause he's cute and right there.

He grins at her.

"...I'll consider it."

Linya smiles.

"...Expect him to apply his sense of humour to the situation," volunteers Miles, "even if he agrees. I can't be any more specific, I just - have a feeling."

"I have a similar feeling, yes. Bean stew," says Simon.

"I can vividly picture the look on his face - I don't know if it's accurate, but it's very vivid - if he got lunch with the bean recipient. There would be beans in the lunch."

"Likewise," says Miles. "Definitely beans."

"And I imagine he'd be disappointed if this somehow went unnoticed."

"He has a surprising amount of personality. For someone who also manages to contain all of mine, I mean."

"A heartening amount," says Cordelia.

"With any luck, enough to construct a fully functional non-Miles self out of."

"I... believe it is. But time will tell, I guess."

"If he isn't so thoroughly exasperated as to figure out how to permanently lose his tails and never update us on his progress, anyway."