"You don't outright buy the women and are mostly not keeping people in line under threat of death and you have vaguely sympathetic justifications."

"Awww. Good for us."

They're at Saint Hadassah's.

She hops off the carpet and goes in with her eggs.

And she can trade her eggs for a name.

"Requests for tomorrow if I come back?"

"...pomegranate."

"Ooh, a toughie, I'll see what I can do."

Snort. "Sure. Have fun out there."

She leaves and gives her companions the name.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"Hopefully we'll get a hit soon. Looks like clear skies today, so anyone above deck might give us enough to work with."

"That's promising. Let's go make Mahdi complain about scrying."

"Ah huh."

On the carpet she flops.

And they can head off towards Sothis.

She seems in a pensive mood.

"Twelve kids is really too many, I think, even if you can afford them. I'd want to stop at - like, eight, at the latest."

"I'd ask my parents what they were thinking but they were eaten."

"Sure."

"I don't want to tolerate even one baby for five years."

"Elves're weird. - not that I am expecting to be doing very much of the baby care."

"Yep, I don't know how the species has limped along to modernity but in the present day drow are solving it with slave labor and surface elves with a gentle extinction. Maybe on our original planet there are drugs that make us like babies or something."

"Or make them grow up faster. It's not five years for us."

"I wouldn't really want to tolerate a baby for a year either but I'd be more confident I could manage it without shaking it to death."