Ivan must be drunker than he thought he was. He could have sworn he knew his way around Vivienne's parents' house, since she wanted to introduce him last week and showed him the place, but maybe they have a... secret... upstairs... bar? where Vivienne's room is supposed to be? And most certainly was last time he checked? He's never going to find the sweater she sent him up looking for here, anyway. Why is there a secret upstairs bar in Vivienne's parents' house?
"Yes. So, I'm her, and you're apparently Asterion who I know only by secondhand report, and Lalita is half of my husband's clone Mark, and my husband has his own alt Stalas - Mark and Stalas are both are elsewhere at the moment but may be expected to reappear eventually - and Ivan over there, my husband's cousin, is an innocent bystander, at least for now. So far only Lalita and Mark are the exact same species; I'm a human, albeit a heavily genetically engineered one, whereas she's a hybrid and rumor has it you're admixed."
"Asterion's also admixed," Miles contributes, "but not with nonhuman sapients, because there aren't any around."
"Well, that barely counts, there are ba with cephalopod-derived eye anatomy designs, they're still humans - there is nothing else for them to be, unlike Isabella who clearly has something else to be. Speaking of all this, Dr. Hall, would you object to my taking a gene sample? I have no intentions whatsoever of cloning you."
"I don't know you," Dr. Hall points out. "What exactly do you intend to do?"
"If I ever get one from Asterion, compare you. Have a look at your engineering advantages, especially as compared to Lalita's and mine."
"Thank you." She finds a good starting place on the history of medical advances and reorients the projection of the pen so Hall can see.
Ivan snorts and borrows a deck of cards from Bar to play solitaire.
Isabella peers at the tour of medical history with layperson curiosity.
"Oh, right, you're the half of Mark that finds me inexplicably fascinating, d'you want to kill some time?" Ivan shuffles his cards together.
"I don't know, I don't know how his fractions work. I don't know how his anything works. What card games do they play wherever you're from?"
"Poker has not stuck very well, least on Barrayar. Do you want to teach me something or vice-versa?"
Ivan proceeds to outline the rules of whirligig.
"Inexplicable Lalita reasons," he says cheerfully, and attends to the explanation.
Ivan is not that good at cards! But he has some experience with genetically engineered people and picked a game that's mostly luck.