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?"
He is not Macalaurë. Macalaurë is Macalaurë, if they want him. But the room might start to get crowded and the hotel staff might start to wonder what they're up to.
Also they really don't need an Elvis or any other dead pop star Macalaure secretly is sighting in the area right now.
Besides, if they really wanted Macalaure's singing they could just use dreamshaping to produce a nice audio illusion of it. Tyelcormo singing is allowed to be nice even though technically his brother is better at it.
Maybe this is a thing he should discuss with the therapist. "I committed hundreds of thousands of murders and I spent thirty thousand years in solitary confinement for them and my father abandoned my wife to her death and then died himself in my arms and also I'm insecure about my family being more talented than me."
Well, he was getting hugs anyway, it doesn't really matter whether or not they're specifically allocated to this one thing.
Yeah, Imliss brought breakfast but they're going to need to do something about lunch.
"Sounds good." Most things on a room service menu probably aren't going to be as adorably-feeding-each-other friendly as sushi but it shouldn't be prohibitive either.
"Ooh, they have ravioli, that's not quite as good as sushi on that front but with hard work and napkins it almost is!"
`"Tomato soup and grilled cheese for me. And if you get too demonstrative and require napkining I will passive-agressively napkin you."
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