1. The new Ash and Stars title is Burn the World, which, I feel I should clarify, is a reference to funerary practices and not... whatever that sounds like if you don't know anything about Barrayaran funerary practices. But it should be read as "poignancy, despair, extravagant grief" rather than "anarchic destruction". If you pick up this letter quickly enough, you'll get to listen to it before I do, lucky bastard.
2. My gravity friend purports to be hovering on the edge of breakthrough, so I might write you another letter any day now forwarding her schematics. Genius, alas, cannot be scheduled.
3. A looming personal crisis finally hit this morning, so I might not have time to summon you anytime soon.
Enjoy the music. I'll write you again if I think of anything else to say.
Miles
Cam hopes the personal crisis blows over in whatever manner appropriate for its unspecifiedness and that the gravity friend comes through so Cam can get busy pretending to invent the thing.
Meanwhile, Ivan, having gone home upon Aunt Cordelia's return to tentatively make sure his erstwhile hookup isn't still lurking and finding the coast clear, is not present to witness the immediate content of the crisis, but he shows up a bit later after work lets him out.
As Ivan walks in, he is saying, "...didn't hear anything." It's not clear who he's saying it to.
"It goes something like this," she says. "He knows that a lot of things about his past and the way he thinks and reacts to situations are likely to upset people, but he has a severely underdeveloped ability to tell which things. And he knows that. So he can rarely be convinced to take the risk of talking to anyone, especially someone he likes. The two exceptions are Miles, because he has excellent intuitions about how Miles will react to things, and me, because I managed with difficulty to convince him that I don't mind. We've been trying to convince him to branch out, but apparently talking from behind a crate of zorkmids is as far as Miles has managed to coax him. And he seems to like hiding in dark corners even if there isn't anyone in the room he's afraid to talk to; I think he just finds it comforting."
"Mark has that Earth-London accent, and he - well, doesn't act anything like Miles. You'll see what I mean if he ever comes out from behind his crate. His intentional Miles impression is quite perfect - he could've fooled me when we'd met, if I hadn't known perfectly well my firstborn was on another planet - but we've asked him not to use it where anyone might get confused, and he's abiding by that so far."