"...that's a very good idea, but what sounds like an even better idea is making a copy of you and watching you two make out."

...Ashras laughs. "You're right, that does sound like a good idea."

"Are you insufficiently convinced?" he wonders. "Should I make out with your copy as an intermediary step?"

"My copy's just a personless suit," she points out—" Oh. Um. I suppose that's not the correct frame of mind."

"I haven't been thinking of it as a personless suit since you made it. Want to find out who's right?" He pauses just a moment, then adds, "It's me. I am the one who's right."

She giggles. "You can make out with my copy but I want to make out with you first," she points out, and proceeds to do just that.

Entirely reasonable of her.

She pulls away and says, "I think this will work better if I close my eyes."

"Sure."

So she does. The copy raises its hands to take off its mask—

And Ashras is, of course, right.

"Yes," says Ashras, smugly.

She does, and blinks at her other self, and reaches out to touch it—

—and it does the same in turn, mimicking her movements precisely.

"Wicked," they both say at the same time, and giggle.

Ashras giggles, too.

They both turn to eye him speculatively.

He grins at them. "Yes?"

"Well—" they say at the same time, but stop and look at each other.

"Are you—" starts original.

"Nope," interrupts copy.

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure."

"If you say so. We'll need to explore this at some point."

"Yes, we will, but for now we should make out with our boyfriend and possibly other copies of him and ourselves."

"That's a terribly good idea."

They look at him again.

"Are you what?" wonders Ashras.

"Sapient," both of them answer at the same time.

"Oh. Yes, that would be unsettling."

"I'm in favour."

"Good!" they say in unison.

"I'm not sure how three-way makeouts work, though."

"Do we just take turns?"

"Should I make new people to share?"