"Exactly. It will be a process with heavy demands on our imaginations and kinks, but we will find a way. For the sake of the world."

And then it breaks down giggling.

Esme snickers into her glass of milk.

Sable sighs fondly and wraps its tail possessively around her leg as it continues to eat, cutting a bite of a poached egg.

She is making steady progress on her Waffle of Chaos.

"...I have to admit," she says, a little shyly, "the phrase 'elaborate and torturous rituals' is definitely conjuring some mental images that I... normally wouldn't talk about." Because they involve her other life. She's been operating for so long on the assumption that she'll never be able to recover the magic she remembers, but if Sable can really make her thoroughly immortal via soul ownership - and maybe help her delve into her memories in more precise detail than she could manage alone - then they could, in fact, rederive enough ritual magic to be able to safely construct new rituals, and could, potentially, involve such rituals in their sex life. It's such a shame that she's pretty sure the vassalage ritual won't work outside her family's one true original forest.

"Immortality is easy, and recreating ritual magic from your past life memories is... complicated. I don't know if enough information persisted. I do know that however much is there, I can collect and organize every bit of it for you."

She reaches out and gives Esme's shoulder a squeeze.

"I—" wow, this is hard to say. "I did spend a whole lot of time in the family library. There's probably enough to work with. I guess the big question is just how much I'm going to have to rebuild from scratch, and... I guess also whether I still—count as a Blake. Magically speaking."

This seems like a time for hugging its Esme very thoroughly, with both arms and tentacles.

There's something very comforting and hot about being wrapped up in tentacles. Though it does make it harder to eat breakfast.

"...we should put that on the agenda, but... not just yet? I think I'd rather focus on making my wishes first, and leave digging into my memories for after we've got that settled."

"Sensible."

Two new tentacles split off, so Sable doesn't have to remove any limbs from this hug, one catching the suddenly-appearing notebook, the other flipping it open and writing "reconstruct ritual magic" down in the "long term projects" section. Then the two new tentacles add to the hug, which continues a little bit longer, before Esme is finally released to resume breakfast.

She catches a retreating tentacle and gives it a quick kiss before returning her attention to her plate.

That surprises and blushifies a certain demon.

But yes, breakfast can resume. It's even tasty.

It's so tasty!

All right. She sets down her glass of milk and gets up and stretches. "Shall we resume the tour?"

"We shall!"

She stands, waves a hand at the island, and the mess all vanishes, leaving the dishes sparklingly clean. Then those vanish into cabinets with faint clinks.

She pulls Esme close and wraps an arm around her, and leads the way back out of the suite. When they reach the stairs, she asks, "Do you want to tour all the remaining floors quickly, or head straight for the office and workshop floor where I can show you the map and all the fancy data?"

"Hmm... tour first, fancy data afterward."

"We do have eternity. Might as well take the scenic route."

It leads the way upstairs, to a lovely rooftop terrace. Flowers bloom in an assortment of planters, and cozy chairs and tables dot the area. The view is spectacular.

"Ooh, this looks like a really fun place to sit down with a cup of tea and a book."

"It really is. Speaking of which, I bet you're going to love the library. That's a few floors down, though."

"Ooh, library. I look forward to seeing it."

It kisses the top of Esme's head with a sappy smile on its face and leads the way down again.

The next floor below the suites is an enormous art studio, with shelves full of paints and clay and other supplies, and large windows to see out to the surrounding landscape if one wishes. "I only ever really dabble here, but I'm still glad I have it."

"I am immediately tempted to get into art."

"That sounds lovely. Perhaps after the tour, wish planning, and next round of sexy horrors."

It squeezes her tightly and runs a hand along her side. "Lovely girl."

She grins and hugs back. "I don't know, probably by the time the opportunity arises I'll have plenty else on my plate."

She nods. "Well, the studio's not going anywhere, so whenever you feel like it."

The next floor has a small landing with four doors. "This is the workshops and office, we're gonna come back to this at the end."

Then the next below that is the two-story-tall library. The whole floor is open, with a cozy lounge area surrounding the stairs, full of comfy-looking leather armchairs and little side tables and a few squashy beanbag chairs and a couple couches. At the edge of the lounge area is a little lectern with a book and a pen on it. Shelves fill the walls, packed full of books.

"And here's the library, containing a tiny fraction of the books I've got in the overflow stacks. That's the index book on the lectern. It controls the whole thing, shuffling books in and out from the stacks, searching for topics, looking up authors, et cetera."

"That's so charming..." She is experiencing the urge to give the index book a pat and tell it it is doing a good job. But that seems premature when she hasn't actually seen it do its job yet.