"Sure," she says, with a small laugh.

"My mother's name was Lily."

"...Huh."

"...Our Lily is part of the third pattern of Force signatures I've noticed, and my adopted daughter."

"Weird coincidences for everyone, I guess."

"Very much so."

"Especially since the earlier member of Lily's pattern was - almost certainly my father."

"...Though I definitely do not in any world want him resurrected or want to talk to his ghost, and if I start saying I do I should be investigated for mind control. Just. To make that clear. Before anyone makes assumptions from 'family relationship.'"

Serious nod.

"I love Lily, and - she's grown into a fine young woman, and one fortunately very, very different from her predecessor. My - history with him doesn't reflect on her."

"I'd be concerned if it did."

Small nod. "It shouldn't."

"And, honestly, the two Anathema's seem by far the most similar of us..." Her gaze drifts a bit. "Though we haven't exactly all compared life stories."

"I guess there's time we could do that."

"It'll take a while, I suspect - but I wouldn't mind, necessarily." Small, warm glance at her maybe-girlfriends. "Though we also haven't had breakfast yet."

"Breakfast is important. Don't let us delay you unduly."

"Want my body back for the meal?" Sharp asks from her (awkward) position by the door. "You didn't get to eat anything last night..."

"We did get rather distracted, didn't we?" she says, grinning first at Sharp and then more flirtatiously at her maybe-girlfriends.

"But it's not like you went completely hungry..."

"A bit of a different sort of eating."

"If you say so."

"I'll have breakfast and compare, how about."

And, turning to their visitors: "You're all welcome to join us, by the way, though... I think there's only five chairs we could reasonably scrounge up for the table, which might complicate logistics a little."

"We'll make it work," Ellie says, patting Fay's hand.

She smiles at her Mistress. "I don't need a chair," she agrees, rather than anything perhaps more proper like 'oh I can turn objects into other objects and then back.' "Maybe a thin cushion, though."

"If you don't mind loaning us something like that? We could grab a pillow off the bed."

The look she's sending them is a bit puzzled.

"I have things for meditation, actually," she says, "Which includes a specific knee pillow. It's in there, in the blue cabinet by the window." She gestures to the door next to the one to her bedroom (also the room for most of Lily's more physical exercises, when they're not going to a gym or firing range or the like).

"Okay. Thanks."

"We'll go get that then?" she says, glancing at her wife and girlfriend. "And we can gather up any other chairs, too, if you guys want the help."

"It'd be a bit of a help, yes." She turns to Sharp - "Actually, could you help them? And I'll help Ellaita and our Anathema on breakfast; I'm fine waiting on body share until we're actually ready to eat."