"I've thought once or twice about getting a wheelchair - balance disorder - but it would have been kind of fraught."

"How?"

"Greys."

"—oh."

"It's not that there aren't greys in wheelchairs, but since I can walk at all and in principle my condition would respond to sufficiently aggressive practice, it would have been - signaling some things about my priorities if I opted for a chair instead of practice."

Ohan acquires a thoughtful frown at that.

"...so, Pelape, were you looking for a cool wheelchair or adjacent?"

Ohan's frown turns into a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I shouldn't presume."

Snort. "I'm out of school and have a sit-down job now, so I suppose it wouldn't have the same consequences, but I really do manage to avoid serious falls these days. It would've been more useful when I was little."

"She told me she learnt to do some cool rolling falls to mitigate the balance thing but I haven't seen her walk around enough to see it."

"They're very cool. I take ramps instead of stairs when they're handy just for that reason, so I can roll if I have to."

Ohan laughs. "Well that probably shut the people giving you trouble right up."

"Not really."

"You underestimate greys," Sahde says, nodding.

"Well, that sounds really annoying."

"You're not the right sort of green to fix the social problems with grey society, Ohan."

Pout.

"Why not, some people have multiple specialties."

"Yeah but I don't, really, I'm very very the thing I am."

"Well, it's a perfectly lovely thing."

"Thank you! I like it very much. It sucks when people's castes don't work with who they are but for me it works really really well."

"I'm happy for you!"

"Anyway! I heard there's food? Unless the two of you ate it all before I got here."

"We didn't eat it all." She rummages in the basket and hands him some food.

He grabs it and unceremoniously pops it into his mouth.