Or something similar, yes.

It'd be so tempting to look. I'd make a lousy Orpheus. And we'd have to hope there's a rule that you can't accidentally kill yourself just by inspecting your own starscape!

Or I self-modified to be resistant to extreme beauty, with slightly less lethal amounts of magic.

That would work too! Hopefully! Hypothetically! You know what I mean.

I do! 

I shall not be too distraught if I only manage end-death levels of beauty. 

That would be the most beautiful result of all no matter the thread count on your immaculately embroidered skirt.

That is so true. Wise words, Isabella. 

<3

This is Jaromira, Katarzyna just smushed her face into a pillow and is making a high-pitched noise. I'm not sure what you said to prompt it but she mentioned you like praise so I thought you should know. 

I do! It was a text heart.

I imagine there's context.

You can scroll up, it won't harm you.

Better safe than sorry!

A moment later: 

You two are adorable, and I mean that in the most non-patronizing way possible. 

Thank you.

In my expert opinion it is the cuteness that is causing my sister to make noises. 

I don't suppose you have a little tape recorder handy.

Let me see what I can do.

This does not urgently call for a reply. Isabella waits.

After a few minutes: 

I can't figure out how to text a sound file, what's your email?

Isabella sends it.

Jaromira emails her a sound file of someone squeeing into a pillow. 

Thank you.

You're welcome!

I'm really glad Katarzyna has you.

So am I!

She's better off in ways that aren't just NRE or other standard relationship benefits; she...always knows intellectually that pulling a Norman Borlaug would be a good thing but you make it more attention-getting compared to, like, whatever interesting problem is right in front of her.