"House elves cannot be going away from the household for too very long, Master Michael."

Sigh. "Okay."

"Tippy is sorry. Tippy is happy to be helping Miss Rabka any way possible!"

"Uh huh."

Tippy bows and vanishes.

Rabka is still confused.

"Okay, I don't know what else might work but I super don't think you should stay just so you don't have to worry about food and shelter."

"And sex and music."

"Other places have those."

"I don't know those places and nobody's like 'here, come with me, let's you and me be in a place'."

Nod. Sigh.

"One time I tried going somewhere on my own and now my daughter turns into a wereteapot."

"Yeah. I guess it would also work if you just told him what you're not happy about so he fixes it."

"He's being really nice though! What would I complain about?"

"Uh, whatever things make you feel like you're maybe still a slave, or like you'd leave if only there were someone to take you?"

"...I dunno what those things are though."

"Maybe you could compare with a you who doesn't feel that way?"

"They're all different, I don't have a matchy one."

" - I guess, yeah. Sorry."

"Beka's happiest, I think."

"Huh. Why do you think so?"

"I'm not sure. She likes the same things about where we are I do."

"Maybe she has lower expectations."

"Maybe. I'm not sure that's bad? 'Cause she's happiest now."

"It's definitely good she's happy."

"Yeah."