"Well," she repeats.  "I may be selling this place anyways, as it happens.  At some point."

"Oh, cool, how much?"

"The farmhouse, the field on this side of the river, and a bit out on the other to Windover past Druid's Hollow.  Kind of a triangle shape."  She gestures to the lines implied by the edge of the forest and by where the cultivated land gives way to natural moor.

"What's your asking price?"

"It's still being surveyed and evaluated."

"Order of magnitude?"

"A hundred or two gold."

"Cool. Felicity, can you look into revenue-generating opportunities for me there?"

"I have been."

"Thanks, you're a peach." He consults her sweater. "A plum."

"Ha."

"What is the deal with the grown-up homeopathic embryos."

"- homeopathic embryos? What's that?"

"She means me.  I'm not clones; I'm arbitrary material objects with a star cloud inside."

"Yeah, I can do that. Preliminary pilot experiments are uncomfortable for the stars I incarnate though."

"Huh."

"Yeah. Plus I can't disentangle the clouds at all, which is why there are so many of Felicity, but it's a convenient trait in an assistant."

"He means me; I'm Felicity.  Also most of me is much happier together than they ever were apart."

"Good for you, I guess."

"Thanks!"

"I'm glad you're a cozy cloud of yourselves."

"Me too!  And I guess now I probably don't all have to hide away since you already know about me.  But how did you see all my bodies in the first place?  I thought I got them in there very quickly."  A few Felicities start filing out of the shuttle.

"I own binoculars."

"Binocularing people who think they are unobserved is a kind of sketchy use of your campground."