"No, it shouldn't even carry if you do it in a separate room."

"I can sing, then. And nap."

"Great!  Goodnight.  Sort of."

"Goodnight! Thank you so much!"

And she will sing and eat sandwiches and drink water and sleep in his hammock.

His hammock is soooooooo comfortable.  It is magically comfortable.  It is the most comfortable she has ever been.  She might have needed fewer hours of sleep in it?  It's hard to tell; in any case she wakes up very well-rested.

And her host is, as predicted, curled up with a blanket and a pillow on one of the softer rugs.

Is Cathei in a teacozy yet?

Nope.  There's something white and with lots of layers of very fine, perfectly-even ruffles and cute embroidery in pastel colors sitting out on one of the tables, though.

Adorable. She doesn't touch it, just gets up and materializes herself a sandwich for breakfast. She will probably eventually get tired of this sandwich but not yet.

After a bit, the sound of her moving about is enough to wake him.  He sits up without immediately saying anything.

"Morning!"

"Good morning."  His voice sounds different, gruffer, after just having woken up.  "I finished your tea cozy."  He nods in the direction of the frilly thing.

"Does it work like the pocket, because if it does I don't think I should be the one to put it on her."

"It should work for you.  Even if it doesn't it won't hurt to have tried."

"Okay, if you're sure." She cozies the teapot.

The result: a baby!  In a bonnet.

"Hello my little dumpling," coos Rabka, and she puts the baby on her breast before she's even drawn breath to cry.

"Thank you so so so so much! If there is ANYTHING I can do for you I will super do it."

"I'll keep that in mind."  He gets up, starts heading over to get himself some water.  "Do you need anything else, now?"

"Just for her to finish eating. I hope she's not hungry from not eating when she was a teapot. I guess if you don't want her to pee on the carpet she should be wearing something."

". . . I can make something for that.  In a moment."  He sips at his water.

"Oh, yeah, you probably have magic nappies."

"Yes.  And making one will be faster than going and getting one or improvising something, from your perspective."

"From my perspective?"