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?
"...I mean," says Mark, "he looks to be at least six feet tall, so if one of us is half of the other..."
Mark is simultaneously both an alt of Lalita and also something else.
"Huh, so he's half of me after all. I stand corrected."
"Oh, Ivan," he giggles. "I'm sorry Stalas and I are making you uncomfortable. Just not sorry enough to stop."
"I would be sad if any part of you exploded. Please try to avoid it."
"But Lalita is, apparently. I'm not quite seeing it, except maybe a little around the sense of humor and Ivan's apparent fascinatingness. What do you think, t'hy'la?"
"It's notoriously hard to render in English. It's... it's an endearment."
"I'm seeing... something, definitely," says Lalita. "Sense of humour. Mannerisms. Implied attitude to risk. Do they have Alice in Wonderland in your world?"
"Yeah," says Mark, with a grin of recognition. "Do they have Sherlock Holmes in yours?"
"It was worth a try. I've only seen a little of it and I wasn't paying attention to it and I don't speak Greek."
And up go the two of them, Isabella with a bowl of much-missed priv, Linya with her pen and a few PADDS and a kit of stuff to take them apart with that she's been accumulating.
"Hmm," says Mark. "Did we get any time dilation, I wonder...? Hard to tell."