"It says here that they integrate with your back while you wear them... so it's not apparent to any degree that you didn't have wings before, and they're enchanted so you can fly with them..."

She taps a couple options, then looks over at Sable. "You're sure about this?"

She nods firmly. "Absolutely. And once you're done with that, you should just have one form to fill out for the actual charity application, and it'll even estimate your approval chances on-screen."

She wags and watches order-completion, and gives a big grin across the table about how cool body mods and trait attachments and anatomy can be. "I know I could not have predicted how my tails would attach, if I'd thought about it earlier. Whole bunch of added muscles I hadn't considered, spinal changes, hip changes... And my ears! They wrap down the side of my head much more than I would've expected! What else comes to mind about how wings work?"

The wingless Pigeon taps, and a pair of black feathered wings shimmer into existence against her back.

She yelps, and twists in her seat, hugging herself with her new wings. A blush rises to her face; she unfolds one wing.

She gets up from the table, almost knocking it over in the process, and takes a step away, and flaps her wings once, twice - 

She looks back at Sable and grins. 

"- I'll get the forms later, I have to - you know - fly - thankyousomuch -" 

And she's off at a run.

The winged Pigeon watches her go. 

"... Wow. I've never been that happy about anything in my whole life."

Sable smiles delightedly at the newly-winged girl's excitement, sighing happily as she sprints for the exits. A quick few taps drops the form in Pigeon's inbox for when she lands, and then Sable leans back in her seat with a satisfied grin.

"That's what it's like. That's what it's like to have your entire body go from feeling wrong for you to feeling right for the first time in your entire life. Being trans is like that, fixable body dysmorphia is like that... It's amazing to witness how different people feel when they finally have that."

She turns back to Pigeon, grinning. "Maybe you haven't had anything give you that big a rush and that much relief or joy before, but I bet we can think of a few things that might." She hums thoughtfully for a moment.

"Ah, for a first idea — though this isn't as much something I can streamline so blatantly — how would it feel to really think about getting to illustrate a story you felt very passionate about, and see it get published?"

"Ummmmmm..." Pigeon's gaze slips away from Sable. 

"... You're actually a really good person, huh. Or at least really generous. Damn. I was... I don't know what I was hoping for. You started talking about drugs not being bad and thinking you might get really into bloodsports and you have all these tattoos and you just took a chance to make my alt really really happy and - you're saving people, you're working every day to get people to safety..."

She blushes vividly and shakes her head. "Maybe, but you're making the fonts and graphics that make code like mine usable, and you left your homeworld in pursuit of your dream. That's utterly gorgeous. You saw something you wanted, and you took a leap to see if you could reach it. And here you are, still at it, learning more, drawing more, exposing yourself to more pieces of culture and more sources of inspiration. Don't sell yourself short, and don't count my contribution so high."

"Damn it, stop being so decent! It's - aaaaaaa -" she flaps her hands and buries her face in her palms. 

"... I'm trying so hard to talk myself out of liking you and it's not working."

"Ghkwhaa?" Sable splutters and blushes hard and hides her face in her tails. "Really!?"

"Yes! Really! I don't know where this came from or if it's jist from the petting or from the - thing with my alt - of your job or what - but yes, I like you. No, I don't know if I like like you, I have less than zero experience here, um. Help?"

"I've barely had any and it was before I even knew I was trans so I don't know if it counts or how much help I'll be, but..."

She squirms a bit, takes a deep breath, uncovers her face, smiles nervously at Pigeon. "Heh. Um, yeah, I'm pretty sure I like you too. D'you want... how to tell if you like someone rather than just like them? Or more just where we go from here? I can kinda gesture vaguely at the former or list stuff at the latter?"

Pigeon sets her hands down on the table. 

"... well, um. How about we talk about... 'ways you can make me very happy.' Hymn, you didn't even mean that the least bit flirtily did you."

She giggles a bit madly, still blushing, and shakes her head. "Nope! I was totally still in Quest Mode, just trying to think what was even theoretically in reach for the near future. Um, there are definitely options I can think of for how to streamline getting illustrations published. We can do things like try new experiences together, you could tell me some of your favorite things to do and I could see if anything comes to mind from that, I could get a pair of wings for the day and you could show me what flying's like, I could pick out a faerie tale I think you'd like and read it to you while petting you, we could list off our respective 'things I've gotta try' lists and pick something off each other's? Um..."

She trails off, head tilted, trying to think of more things.

"Sable, please for the love of the Hymn read between the lines a little. Please don't make me come out and say it."

She splutters, somehow blushes even brighter, and facepalms.

"Oh wow, I would miss that, wouldn't I?" She laughs breathlessly, shakes her head. "I was trying so hard to avoid letting how pretty you are bias my list that I completely missed that being a hint."

She giggles a bit more, then looks down. A mess of terrible pickup lines flash through her mind, and she shakes her head to clear it. "Um. My being oblivious aside, I would really like to kiss you. May I?"

... Pigeon blushes, nods, and leans in across the thin table. 

Sable smiles, still blushing, and leans across, tilting her head just enough, and kisses Pigeon softly on the lips.

Pigeon kisses back softly, and parts. 

"... that was my first, you should know. It was..." 

She looks away. 

"... underwhelming? I liked the petting better."

She nods softly, pulling back a bit as well. "I... I think kisses work better, um, in context. And I liked the petting too. Maybe we should just try some more petting, and then see where we go from there?"

"... I had the thought, earlier, that - the restrictions of the pet therapy were... a little annoying."

A blushy, daring, lopsided grin, showing just a hint of fang, "Y'know where doesn't have any restrictions we don't like? Our rooms."

She blushes, and nods. 

"... I would probably be called a slut for going back to someone's room on the first date, back on Valimer, but... I think I'm okay with that. I don't live there anymore, anyway."

She's just a little bit shocked any of this is working nearly as well as it is.

She nods, smiles, and drains the last of her cocoa. "Whose would you prefer?"

"... yours. It would just be weird to do this in my own space."

She stands, grinning, tails swishing with a little bit of nervousness, and holds out her hand. Chivalry isn't dead, it just got co-opted by lesbians. "Shall we?"