Ivans are playing cards.
Mileses, including Solvei, are debating the wisdom of borrowing another strategy game from Bar; Mark, a voice of caution, does not know what will happen if all of them (Solvei, Mial, Miles, Milo, Stalas) all start screaming at each other in twenty directions.
And -
"All I know is that it's an ethnic group. And from context it involves things like not having tails," shrugs Aurin.
"Welcome to Milliways, an interdimensional bar. It is in a certain mood and thought you'd be thematically appropriate. First drink is free and I'm considering buying nametags."
"I'm Ashras and that's Inlaith," says the more Milesish of the betailed triplets, indicating the more Markish one. "You've met Elarron already."
"Miles, Stalas, Mial, Milo, Solvei, Mark, Ivan, Jann, Aurin, Linyabel, didn't give her name," says Elarron, indicating each of the not-currently-betailed occupants of the room.
"If you don't mind, Bar." Bar produces a stack of nametags and a marker. Linya writes Linyabel Miriat Vorkosigan on hers and sticks it to her sleeve, then writes one for Bella too and passes the stack and marker over to the Mileses.
Occupants of the Miles table end up with Miles Naismith Vorkosigan, Stalas Aeducan, Mialavaraaninnah, Milo of Raxwell, Solvei Koskin, and Mark Pierre Vorkosigan.
Would the people with tails like nametags and marker?
"And now we are all neatly labelled."
"Why do Miles and Mark get to be the ones everyone else is instances of?" wonders Elarron.
"Miles's name allows a pun and Mark's only full alt besides the one who just arrived doesn't have her own name."
"'League of Mileses'," says Stalas. "It works in English and the common tongue of Thedas, but judging from the blank looks I guess it doesn't work in whatever language you're speaking."
"...I mean, I'll not argue with anyone who describes a group of you as being in league, but I don't see the connection with the specific name."
"'League' and 'mile' are also related units of distance, with the former being reckoned as a multiple of the latter by some definitions."
"I think Linyabel and her various alts are more thoroughly in league with each other," volunteers Ivan. "The Mileses have been playing board games and insulting each other while the wosscalleds over there exchange fantastic magical prizes."
"You mean to tell me this unprecedented gathering of extradimensional Kevarsins hasn't been gearing up to do something monumental and terrifying? Crash the sun, are we sure you're really versions of my brothers?"
"We can do something monumental and terrifying anytime we like. Might as well take the time to relax," says Miles.
"There was that thing with Draconic," says Aurin. "That was a little monumental and terrifying."
"I can always count on you for slightly insulting recognition of my achievements," Ashras says fondly.