"As big as I ask Bar to make it, of course."

"If you could carry both of them in one bag you're probably stronger than I am. I suppose that's no great surprise."

"What, are e- are Vulcans super-strong?"

"Compared to unaugmented humans, yes, but we're pretty short on those in here at the moment."

Mark snickers.

Miles sighs long-sufferingly.

Linya pets his hair.

Hairpets: very cheering! Miles grins up at his wife.

She kisses his forehead and goes back to walking Dr. Hall through nexus medicine. "We are alas reaching the extremities of my information, but that might constitute a sufficient booklist to take home and have a lifetime of conversion work."

"Lifetime," he snorts. "Yeah. Thanks for everything. I think I'll take this back now."

"Do you need it subsidized?" asks Linya.

"Sure, if you're offering. I get the impression you make a lot more than I do, and it's a pretty long list."

"It's no trouble. Bar, what are we looking at...? Yes, go ahead and put that all on my tab. Do you want it in nexus electronic formats or on hard copy?"

"Depends. How big is the stack in hard copy?"

"Yeah. I'll take hard copy. And something to carry it all in."

There appears a large box with handles, full of plastic-flimsy books.

Linya starts rummaging around in the rest of her pen's data storage for things for Isabella and Lalita to take home with them.

Ivan conspicuously isn't looking at Stalas and Mark holding hands.

"The flat, the building, the city block, and everything else in a five-hundred-meter radius," mutters Miles.

"Oh, shut up."

And isn't that just adorable.

It is, it is just adorable!