You're welcome. Although if it comes up again I'll probably refer someone - my particular identity never even came up, wouldn't have made a difference.

That sounds like a good idea. There might be a lot of them and it wouldn't be healthy to get too involved.

Yeah. Kib proposed a sweep for Ardas in particular. Gem doesn't want to overwhelm Joy - the new one upset her - but it's probably a good idea when she's up to it.

It sounds like Lúthiens come out of it okay, for the most part. Maybe the one from the new Arda'll be able to cheer Joy up? She seems a bit more, uh, agenty.

Maybe.

Incidentally if you want to watch Kib flail around with peculiar agnosias before I set him right I don't think he'd mind - She names a day.

And on that day he's around their place in Stork, more to hug Kib once everything's okay than to watch him flail with peculiar agnosias.

Charp lets him in even though the occupants of the house aren't up yet.

Kib waking up is audible. "- the fuck - no honey it's okay go back to sleep, sorry -"

And he wanders down the stairs in his pajamas squinting at things - spots Maitimo - scrutinizes the right half of his hair - "Well, good morning."

"Morning."

"Everything looks gray. You are supposed to be a redhead."

"Maybe I dyed it."

"This seems unlikely on several levels."

"Yes," he agrees. "You okay?"

"Yeah, when I tell her I'm done she'll put the colors back. Haven't noticed anything else yet, I doubt this is it."

"Boots told us the day if we wanted to come by. I can go if you'd rather pick through your head on your own..."

"Nah, it's nice to have you here - d'you want breakfast?"

Love it, thanks.

So Charp makes scrambled eggs and frybread.

Kib eats what is on the right half of his plate and puts his fork down.

Charp burn the left half, or is that a brain scramble thing?

...Charps do not burn breakfasts. Uh. So probably another brain scramble thing, but what are you talking about?

Does your plate look empty to you?

...yes. Although now that you mention it Charps also do not screw up portion sizes like that.

Your plate's not empty. I can...send it? I don't know if that'd work or fail badly or anything...

Boots probably would've warned you if trying to work around it would be dangerous.

Here is Kib's plate.

I distinctly remember eating some food.