Linya doesn't consider this exciting enough to interrupt the conversation Koridaar is having with Avar.
A mere few turns afterward, Miles beats Stalas. "Ha! I win, you bastards!"
"Bastard yourself," growls Stalas. "My grandfather never tried to kill me."
"No, but your brother did," Miles retorts.
"I win 'no attempted murder by relatives'," Mial cuts in.
They set up for another game immediately.
"I think I might have started something I won't be able to stop," he says. "Also, if anyone was wondering, any non-Miles trying to take sides at this point would be an extraordinarily bad idea."
"They've escalated to unforgivable sniping. Well, 'unforgivable' might be a little strong. Very nasty sniping, anyway. Which they allow each other by virtue of being alts, but any outsider stepping into that crossfire disturbs the balance and makes it all hurt again."
"I was right," he adds, "Mial is pushing harder than the other two."
"Yeah. That part might stabilize out, though. Even the other thing might, given enough time. You may have noticed that when a Miles is pushed he tends to push back."
Meanwhile, Ivan and Aurin are telling each other about their respective current girlfriends.
Vivienne's virtues have already been spoken; Siya, apparently, likes to fly, and plays the huan (an instrument) and amisro (a sport), the latter of which comes with a uniform that Aurin appreciates very much. She doesn't like kids but does like drakes and is currently between pet ones after her prior one succumbed to old age; Aurin is considering getting her one for Hearthnight. It is her favorite holiday and she's planning to be in a parade for it.
"Is this topic of conversation really that interesting to you?" Ivan wonders in Mark's direction.
"I mean, I suppose if you're coming back to Barrayar you might meet Vivienne eventually but I can't imagine that this would be particularly useful prep work," says Ivan. "Is this just 'Ivans are fascinating, even when they're going on about total strangers to make point by point comparisons'?"
"You and me both," says Ivan. "But it's not absolute! He was pleased to have missed the one of us who was six."
Mark gives a little shudder. "Children. No thank you. Not even a child Ivan. Especially not a child Ivan."
"He was adorable, and very well behaved if I do say so myself," says Ivan. "His cousins were yelling and he was perfectly content to play whirligig. Children on Easy Mode."