He nods. He seems slightly disappointed in this, too.

Pelape looks at Cor and Cam.

"Didn't meet him. And my pharaoh type person is busy being a statue."

"Met mine. There was a war and he did war stuff and now his magic dog probably hates me."

This seems to be the least disappointing of the four.

"And Anaander's you has probably been dead for millennia. The way things are going we can expect more pharaoh type people though."

"If we're just completing squares now we need Anaander's you-lot and Cam's and Mirelótë's me."

"I don't think I have one."

"Don't you have, like, a thousand billion people."

"Yes, but I pay attention to them! I'd have noticed."

"What, is everybody in your empire?"

"That's fair, no."

"You pay enough attention you'd be sure to know about one of us if they were in your empire?"

"Maybe not if she was a kid? But as soon as she tried to do something interesting."

"Oh, that isn't illegal, cool."

"Is there a written -"

"Here."

"Thanks."

"I would be so bored if I made it illegal to do cool things."

"If doing cool things is outlawed then only outlaws will do cool things," Cam mutters to himself.

A new person appears!

"Sleep."

"How -"

"We don't know."

"New face. I don't suppose the Maitimos know who it is off of a few seconds of puzzled staring."