"Cancer. Capital punishment."

"She's one!"

"...ish, not new..."

"Solar eclipses. Guns. Permaspringing."

"Not new, new, new."

He is taking notes. "Cars. Genetic engineering. Gamete donation."

"New new ish."

"Marriage? Triangle marriage, V marriage?"

"Ish."

"Are you having fun with this, Lintalai?"

"It's getting kinda boring."

Afen makes a face.

"Maybe you can have three for her every time you come over."

"Ten."

"Three. The cookies will be ready soon."

"The cook should mix them up on a tray, write down which ones are there, and not tell us so the test isn't unblinded by our knowing. Also first he should take a picture and send it so we can tell whether she can tell it from pictures."

Sigh. "Of course."

"Pictures won't work."

"Why is that?"

"'Cause I have to see it not just a picture."

"Why? What isn't present in the picture that is present in person?"

"...dunno."

"Is it specifically seeing it? If your eyes were closed could you tell some other way?"

"I think it would work if I touched it but seeing is for if I'm not touching it."

Aitim's phone buzzes. 

He goes and gets a tray of cookies.