“…How would wearing a dress make you unable to notice you need to use the bathroom??? I know your backlash makes it harder for you to notice things but I don’t have the impression that outie plumbing has visible indicators of OH you mean because skin contact is better for guiding.”

Cara is valiantly fighting to avoid collapsing in a fit of laughter at that, because she does not want to make Lucy feel weird. "Yeah, I was just describing a reason I did not want to let myself get more backlashed, sorry."

She pats Lucy on the head fondly. "Shall we go retrieve our garments?"

“And here we have a reason not to let me get too backlashed.”

"If it makes you feel any better about it; it's very nice, when I'm more backlashed, to be around you at a similar backlash level. You handle the decisionmaking that I literally can't, and we both get guided!"  

“Oh, I’m just embarrassed because that was such an obvious thing to miss.”

She pets Lucy's hair. "Well. I feel pretty similarly about needing a chaperone to use my phone, so. Handshake emoji. Backlash sucks." 

Once everybody has clothes on Haru can take a slate of selfies and text them to each girl to pass on as they will.

She smiles wide for the camera and manages to be unsilly about it! (because she wants Lucy's family to liiiiike herrrrr).

"Oh, I think those came out well!" She says, once she's gotten her dress back off and one of them can show it to her on their phone.

"We can take another one at the end of the week when you two are all done getting symmetrized."

She sends the picture. “Wilbur is either going to decline to notice or mathematically quantify the changes, and I’m not sure which.”

Oh that's delightful. "I'm hoping for the latter!" 

Snuggles, phone call? 

Phone call! Dial ring ring—

“Lucy?”

“Hi, Wilbur! I am currently verbal.”

“Currently.”

“My backlash makes me forget that other people exist, at high levels.”

“…What. You. That. How.”

“It catastrophically impairs my cognition!”

“Yeah, on you, it would!!!”

- she mostly stifles a giggle, though she has to bury her face in Lucy's neck to do it. 

“…Am I on speakerphone?”

“Yep!”

“Ah.”

-Ah, not stifled enough. "Hi!" she says. "I'm Cara." 

“Hello, Cara, I’m Wilbur,” he sighs.

“Traceless is also here! His name is Haru.”

“Hello also Haru, thank you for keeping my sister in good enough condition to laugh at me.”

"We've all been there, I'm just glad she was able to text me."

“I also thank emergency service workers whose job it quite literally is.”

“What Wilbur means is that just because something is totally reasonable doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate it.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

awwwwww their dynamic is delightful!

She's grinning as she says "It's nice to meet you, Wilbur! I'm sure you know this already, but your sister is very good." 

“Yes, I have met her.”

Cara giggles again, but decides not to reply - it's safer not to banter with strangers friends she hasn't met when she can't see their body language, even if it's so tempting.

She snuggles herself against Lucy quietly, eyes closing in content.

"Well, you're welcome."

“Anyway, I just wanted to check in, let you know I’m fine.”

“I appreciate it. Congratulations on getting to be an esper.”

“…Thanks. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Cara nods slightly in agreement, snuggled happily against her Lucy. 

“Anyway, please verbally confirm that you are fine and being well taken care of and nothing sketchy has occurred.”

“I am fine and being well taken care of and the single sketchiest thing that happened was an accident and the cat did it.”

“And I’m not going to ask. Love you bye.”

“Love you bye!”

And Wilbur hangs up.