The Tree the Elves usually sleep through reaches her very bright golden peak. The walls are pretty shaded. The city, even in festival season, is pretty quiet. Do you know how to sneak back into the palace? Not that you can't just walk in, but you told the whole city you like boys so you'll have a harder time passing off suspicious levels of dishevelment...
I have less hair to dishevel, Kib points out, running his hand through his hair and getting it more or less back into order. But by all means give me sneaking tips.
Aly washes dishes, Aly attempts to bake bread, Aly's not quite asleep anymore but she's sooooo comfyyyyy, Aly's teacher is sick and Aly and the one older apprentice are watching all the little ones -
He has no idea when he and Maitimo are supposed to play Governor but considering the excuse he gave a morning start is probably the better plan. Breakfast first though.
"Aw, poor things. Are they going to lord it over her while they can or set an excellent elder sibling example while they can do that instead?"
"And I heard there were no plans to displace them until Sudden Random Human Baby."
"...Humans sort of have social class but I suddenly suspect we have it really differently."