Clematis goes into the kitchen and starts preparing a late supper for herself. She looks at DZ, but doesn't initiate conversation.

DZ putters around for a bit, straightening things and putting the stray out-of-place object back where it goes, and then heads back up to December's room to see if the computer is available.

December is willing to cede the computer to them if they'll take this new batch of pop cans downstairs when they're done. And how did the negotiations go?

"They went fine, ma'am; a different Noble came in the Noble of Robots' place, and she was more interested in Master Deskyl than in me, but she only stayed for a few minutes in any case."

"Pink hair? Cheery disposition?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That'll be Pink. She's... more or less our parole officer. Friendly, but not a friend exactly. She's still on Creation's side, you see."

"Yes ma'am. ...can you tell me anything else about her, please?"

"She's responsible for Pink, the color. She's cheery and bubbly. She's a bit of a techie like me - it helps that her powers as a Power lets her cheat. She did an enchantment for me once to make a labcoat more feminine, but the result wasn't to my taste so we gave it away."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you."

She uses the computer for a few hours and then goes back to sit with Deskyl, and in the morning when she goes to help Clematis with breakfast she asks about sending a letter to Pink.

"You mean a physical letter? December has her e-mail. I'm not sure she can be simply addressed - Aurica!"

Aurica comes down the stairs, still wrapped in a bedsheet. "What?"

"DZ was asking about sending a letter to Pink. How does Noble mail work?"

"Er. Just address it to Pink at Number One Incarnadine Chancel. The Power of Mail will see that it gets to its recipient."

"There." 

She beckons Aurica. "And now that you're up you should eat breakfast."

Aurica settles in to eat with a mild grumble.

"Thank you, ma'am."

She gets some paper and begins composing a letter in precise handwriting.

Aurica finishes eating and heads back upstairs trailing her blanket.

Clematis looks over at DZ composing her letter, but refrains from asking.

"-Master Deskyl wants to know what would involved in moving to Master Pink's compound, ma'am, since she's been having trouble resting properly while she can see your curse nearby."

"Oh. I suppose that could be... troublesome, yes. And we haven't exactly given her a reason to stay." 

She considers to herself, nods. 

"I'll be happy to help arrange that."

"Thank you, ma'am."

She continues writing, and reads out the letter when she's done; it explains that, and that she expects to be recovered from her injuries (sustained in an attack by another Sith before she arrived; she doesn't expect to be followed about it) in a month or two, at least enough to begin figuring out more permanent accommodations, and asks what assurances and compensation Pink would want in return for allowing her to move to her compound for that time.

"Seems sensible. I expect she'll just put you up for free, she's good people like that, but you might have to do some errands for her like, well, picking up her mail. Overall she's one of the better Powers I've met."

"Yes ma'am."

And the letter can be addressed and mailed, and DZ will go look for more chores to do. Perhaps some laundry.

Laundry and picking up after Aurica's breakfast.

Clematis is content to leave DZ alone to do her share of the work around the house and doesn't make conversation.