"Huh. It was going up a bit on its own, so probably whatever else needs to recover will do so, just a bit more slowly?"

"Good to know.

"What happens if you put it all the way up?"

"Seems safe to check!" Tuuuuug tug tug.

"I don't suppose I feel an especial change.  Except that -"

- oh, now this is very strange."  She's grinning.

"Ooh, what?"

"I wonder, can I fail to rhyme if - effort I put - ...in?
Or must each syllable of mine have poesy and a foot in."

"It's making you rhyme? Can't you even do a haiku that doesn't rhyme?"

"Let us discover
Whether this may be the case.
It seems it must be."

"That's so funny, how long do you want to keep it like that?"

"I desperately long to have knowledge of that which you hold,
And keeping restrictions may hinder me there.
It may be that under-influenced I'd find this grows old,
But given the head crowned in wire I can't care.
I labor in speech, though my mind's in a mist;
Each word is a breach, but the key isn't missed -
So I must beseech, though it breaks through my ease:
Do with me, my lady, precise as you please."

Pat pat. She turns it down to like, 80%. The poems are slightly hard to understand.

"Peachy keen.  - I suspect I see our ride."

"Looks like it." Hup.

Hup indeed.  Sarah leans a little on Chelsea but then rights herself.

She's welcome to lean as much as she might like! And of course if there's two seats together they will take those.

There are.  Sarah resumes approximately post-reversion levels of contact.

"I suppose I should say more so that you can calibrate.  ...How was your day?  I don't think I'd asked."

"Oh, it was extremely ordinary up until the app appeared. I'm a receptionist, I make lots of phone calls and tell people at one-fifty-three that they will have to wait twenty minutes for their two o'clock."

"I hope no one verbally attacks you for that sort of thing."

"Sometimes they do. It's one thing when I know their teeth must be killing them but when they're just there for a cleaning it's hurtful."

"I can see how it would be, yes."

"Mostly people are lovely though."

"I'm glad to hear it.

"Did the contents of my most recent poem bother you in any way?"

"I didn't really get the part about the key but otherwise no."

"The key is that... you have the most important thing in the world, and I don't know how disposable I am to it.  Resultantly, in case the answer there is 'very', it seems to me that I should fit myself into the most enjoyable-to-you form that I can.  And yet, I can see how someone might find that offputting, or... creepsome.  - Can I not say creepy?  - I can say creepy...  Strange.  Weird."