It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
...also don't know how to reach the place where I work.
...no?
We can just call Nelyo.
...And make him look it up or make him sever your employment for you?
Either, I guess. He will probably make an annoyed noise but it's not like he'd understand...
I will call Imliss and make her look it up and she will be amusedly exasperated.
That works too. Better, even, since I don't think I've ever called Nelyo and I'm not sure I remember his number....
I love you, she giggles, reaching over and tweaking his nose. She calls her sister. Imliss wants to know how she's doing, and Idaia tells her, and Idaia wants the number, and Imliss looks it up with exasperated amusement.
Idaia bids her sister farewell and I love you, then hangs up and gives phone and number both to her husband.
"Hmm. I don't think it's probably a good idea to use my driving solution for road trips or anything, so--pack up anything there meaningfully is to be packed, drive to the airport? Oh, we should probably go to, like, Vegas or something before we head to California, it's annoying that the paperwork doesn't currently reflect our marriage."
"We're technically not legally married as far as the modern world's concerned, which, fuck that, but it would probably make things easier in the long run to get it fixed."
"There are like two hundred local polities. Canada and California are inexplicably in different ones and none of them have been around very long. But yes, let's go get legally married in all of them if that makes you happy."
"There's laws making that redundant, sweetie. Why is it weird that California isn't in Canada?"
"Probably just because we got here way before it was true? And all the sudden, oh, no, different local polities."
"Right, right. Still. There's laws to recognize marriages in different places, so there's not much benefit to doing it more than once."
"Until it's been a couple decades. Still. Yeah. Let's go get you married to Connor Allen, and then we can go to your school."
"I love you. How do we hire a driver, do we just offer a passerby a lot of money to drive us -"
"Airport," she says firmly, "I can drive us to the airport and we can fly places, that's faster than driving anyway."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're a more effective safety feature than a seatbelt."
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