One lovely afternoon Miles gets a rather urgent call from Ivan.
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"If I told you to put, say, my mother, could you do that, or would you have to meet her first?"
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[Mother? I have an interdimensional winged eight-year-old with magical telepathic comms at Vorkosigan Surleau. Please advise.]
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Pen, meanwhile, wades out of the lake, contemplates the muddiness on her feet, and sits, wings splayed out behind her.
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"I asked my mother to come and visit, and she says she'll be here in an hour," he says for Pen's benefit.
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"Well, what if we asked everyone we know whether they've heard of this bar? If we asked enough people, one of them might be somebody the door likes, and just not have said anything to us yet because they didn't think we'd believe them about the magic bar."
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And until then, he'll... supervise the winged eight-year-old, he supposes.
"Do they have holo-games where you're from?" he wonders.
"Do they have holo-games where you're from?" he wonders.