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?
Goddammit Less Little Miles hurry up.
Less Little Miles arrives at Linya's door. He knocks.
"Mark hugged me," he says. "It was about eighty-twenty comforting to surreal."
"That's... a promising ratio. And significant progress for him." Snuggle.
He flomps his head onto her shoulder.
"I don't know what to do," he says. "I mean, I know what to do, obviously. Go downstairs with you and your med scanner, test the miracle cure, give it to Little Miles if it works. Hooray. I'm just having serious trouble carrying out this plan."
He checks his pen.
Isabella fessed up she can read minds. She's dodging the 'alien' thing, but I'm not a hundred percent on Bothari, are you?
"Fuck," says Miles. He shows Linya the message and replies, He'll hold it together while he's got little me to take care of, but I'd better get down there. See you soon.
"Do you want me along or should I stay up here? I can't imagine I'd improve Bothari's mood but if you need me..."
"I need your scanner; having you along to operate it is optional but... would be appreciated," he admits with a heavy sigh.
"Well. I will not blurt it out first thing, anyway. Nor carry you down the stairs." She collects her scanner and puts Miles down that he may proceed without her help.
And downstairs, Little Miles persists. "Well, why just people from Vulcan and Betazed then?"
"It's not strictly about what planet you're born on. I've been oversimplifying. Oh, hello," says Isabella, with perfect calm, as her alt and alt's husband come down the stairs.
"Thank you," says Linya.
"It's very much apart, now! Next I'll figure out how to put it back together. I thought I'd come down here in between steps."
Fuck it. Forward momentum, right?
"And I brought my surprise," he says. "See, Miles, we met somebody earlier who has magic blood that heals people. I've had a lot of my bones replaced by now, so I didn't jump all over it right that second... but if it fixes the rest of mine, I figure maybe it'll fix yours too. How's that sound?"
Little Miles stares. "You mean I could run around and fall down and not go to the hospital?" he says incredulously. "Yeah!"
"Well," says Less Little Miles, "I'll go first. To make sure it works."
"Why do you just have one of those?" Nika asks.
"I got it to tell apart people who look alike. You've seen a bunch of those today, haven't you?"
Nika giggles.
"The blood doesn't work instantly, but it should have noticeable results if it's going to help at all within the first half hour or so."