"I. Don't know?"

"Well - with this - revised understanding of my relationship with my selves past and future - what do you want?"

"I would still like for you to be un-necklaced if it's possible to manage it without distressing you."

"I. Would rather not. I like winning, remember. And that is not."

"...Have I never explained my drawings to you?"

"No?"

"Well, when I was a kid, I didn't really dare do notebooks like the other Bells. Even if I'd made a cipher - well, it could have gone badly if someone had noticed. So I made a code that looked like pictures. I switched to regular text, when I moved here, but sometimes I still do pictures."

"That's - quite clever," praises Prime.

"Thanks. You didn't think it was weird when I identified the fish as my rant?"

"There are multiple forms of ranting. Some of them are non verbal."

"You keep leaning towards me," observes Prime. "And then noticing and stopping."

"I -" She sits up. "Yeah. I do."

"It's fine," he shrugs. "I'm not going to be offended by you leaning in my direction."

"The leaning is a precursor to attempting to snuggle you. If I don't interrupt it I will wind up in your lap."

"If you would like to snuggle, we can."

"Well it would hardly make any sense," he points out. "I was already aware of it."