"Maybe it's like how humans don't care if things are pretty."

"Maybe."

A clean Amentan would be so appalled at this place.

"Well, luckily none of them have landed on us."

"Yes, that's very lucky."

Beka pats her.

"If one does, I take it we avoid mentioning that we have heard of them from someone with pink hair?"

"Yeah. And they'll be real mad if they find out I've already touched anything they touched. Or that Katin has. Or that anyone who's touched us has."

"Gosh, real mad, we can't have that. We'll keep 'em away from you."

"Thanks."

"It seems like they just have a - sense that things are inherently horrible - which is turned up way too high and catches tons of things that are perfectly fine."

"Ah, yeah, that's probably it."

Doesn't seem too far off. Although reds are fine with other reds and would still not want to drink sewage.

If he thinks that their boyfriend objections are an instance of the same thing he does not say so. They have dinner!

The food here is really good.

Most things here are really good, except the war.

There is a peculiar splashing noise and they are elsewhere.

Of the singing girls Beka is best equipped to notice the sudden absence of city noises and presence of the sound of water and other minds.

- Elves jump.

What the fuck.

I know!

I feel toyed with.

I know!!!

...do we say hi? she wonders, while relaying what she's hearing to the other singing girls. Singing girls pick up their babies.

He feels around for any open sets of eyes outside.