"Would you have rather got a baby me?"

"That would have been pretty neat but we would have been less able to be sure you were okay not eating, because you wouldn't be able to tell us what was going on or what you needed."

"I guess."

"I think we got you at just the right age."

"I probably could already talk months ago."

"Do you wish you'd arrived here sooner?"

"I dunno what I was doing before."

Nod. Hug?

Okay.

Tiny small cute baby theirs.

"You hug me a lot," she observes.

"If you do not want to be hugged we will not hug you."

"I don't mind, you just do it a lot."

"It makes us very happy to hold you. It's like a very strong kind of knowing you are safe and happy, if we're holding you right at that moment."

"Okay."

Snuggle. 

Snuggle.

Aitim leafs through the Our Neighbor Tapa book and shakes his head, smiling.

"What?"

"It is an interesting book. Did you like it?"

"She complained that it presumed too much knowledge about the typical authority of kings and the population of Anitam."

"I'm one! And amnesiac! Nobody writes books for amnesiacs."

"We could hire someone to do that!"

"Does anyone know how?"

"I bet if you explained to them what you were looking for there are people who could produce books you liked pretty reliably."