Macalaurës who have not yet seduced a Rebecca feel that they have been issued a challenge. They get to work on it.
He goes to Eclipse and does research. Eclipse makes him feel very uncomfortable.
"I spent a while wishing I'd just left it alone. I'm glad I didn't."
"You're cool."
"I think most people are, if you get to know 'em."
"There's usually some reason you don't, you know? I'm glad they made you write me that cheesy letter."
"I'll tell the court that. They'll be so pleased with themselves."
Cahmro laughs.
...Dave kisses him.
Cahmro squeaks in a very undignified way and then kisses him back.
"Shoulda recorded that, that was adorable." Kiss.
"Woulda warned you if I'd known it was gonna happen." Kiss.
"So I think this is a species difference," Dave says after a few minutes, "but if you were a human girl at this point I'd, like, back off and suggest we get dinner next week, to show that I'm cool and don't just wanna fuck you."
"...well if it were spring that would be a totally unfair tease but I'm not even reseasoning to here yet so if you wanna do that we can do that?"
"Not really but I don't know what the Amentan thing would be."
"I mean, do you wanna fuck? There's not a thing that happens whether you wanna do it or not."
"- yeah, I do."
Kiss.
This teleport spell doesn't let you take people but not their clothes with you but they will somehow manage anyway.
It's the frontier, a perfect place for low-tech traditional solutions to problems.
And they built their house themselves. That's the best kind of house and the best kind of life.
Cahmro also thinks that this is the best.