"I can personally guarantee that Spring isn't going to age anymore," remarks Ice, but quietly.
"You're welcome. Speaking of which I should probably immortalize you at some point too."
"That would be delightful. But - I would please like to keep looking the same, it would be awkward to have to require people to get used to..." He motions to Cypress. "Me looking like I'm twenty again. Their first thought will be that I have a secret bastard son."
"Okay. I'll see about tweaking the spell for that, it might take a while, it's not going to be my all-consuming project for the next week or anything since you don't seem about to keel over."
"You're correct, I'm not. I'd estimate that I've got another century or so left in me."
"Huh. Well, that's - not really useful to me anymore, but it's nice to know I would have made it to the upper end of the estimation scale."
"I'll live longer," says Zeviana smugly. "If no immortality's applied. Which, by the way, can I have some?"
"Yes. Do you want his version or do you want to look like her forever?" Ice points at the younger Zev.
Mini-Zeviana grins.
"True," muses older-Zeviana. "And my girlfriends would be weirded out if I were suddenly tons younger. And it's not like I've got any real wrinkles yet."
"Prime's version it is. I'll let you know when I have it made and alethiometer-confirmed."
Cypress is trying very hard not to think about his sister having sex with her - alt. Ick.
"Hey, Ada, I really recommend banging an alt of yourself, they know exactly the kinds of things you li-"