"Because it can always learn those words later."

He swishes his tail unhappily.  "BLANKET," declares his sister, already having skipped at least a dozen prompts.

Is it in fact a blanket?

Yes!

Oh good.

She continues bapping through the images while her brother spends a full minute staring at a picture of a spoon.  The humans are chatting over cider (Ivy's acquired a mug of it as well) about cosmology and resurrection.

"And apparently it means 'cloud'; I quite like it - Cam, does it sound ridiculous to call a living star cloud a nebula?  We don't have the word here."

"Oh! I quite like it, that's a good name."

"Marvelous.  I'll add it to the pamphlet in hopes it catches on."

"There's a pamplet?"

"One can get so much copywriting and visual design done when they're twenty-eight people!  Especially with newfangled computers; they're also very helpful."

". . . I probably shouldn't read it.  Today, at least."

"I am so so fucking sorry about your horrible curse, do you want cheesecake about it."

"Sure.  Thank you."

Plate of cheesecake.

"Thanks."  She kind of stares at Felicity while she eats it.

"So, uh, about the wait time for Gabbie and Tenor's - "

"Stop."  She swallows.  "I - Nicholas, can we go to your place - "

"Certainly."  He rises to fetch his jacket.

Poor cursed Jackie.

She hugs Ian and scoops up Princess for a forehead kiss on her way out.

"So did the kittens arrive at the shelter already called that, or . . ."

"Do you have any idea how many names we have to come up with."

"Are those names funny in some way - hey kittens do you have names -"

"NO."