In the morning, Sylvi's up first, having suffered no worse in her second chunk of sleep than eighteen-year-old Lu tripping and skinning her knee because the pet zebra she usually rode was getting reshod and she had to walk to the theater to meet her friends. Charp sets about making breakfast as soon as she stirs. It puts a kettle on to boil for Avedan's tea and fixes eggs and toast with jam for Sylvi. She reads more of her notes while the food cooks, and Charp delivers to her at her desk. It's all just how she likes it.
"Unless you decide to use kisses as a means to steal my dessert or something vaguely gross and awkward like that, no."
"You're welcome. You come highly recommended, you know. It isn't as though you're a total stranger."
"I am tragically commonplace. I would be worth very little as a collector's item."
"I don't know if that counts as collecting. Aydanci was a collector. You and Kidan are hobbyists. Unless I die and you fetch me repeatedly."
Unsaid, is: 'And also, I would be miserable.'
"But then mes would be able to more thoroughly outvote you if it ever came up, because we're all civilized and democratic."
That causes Avedan to burst into helpless giggles.
"I - that's - um," he says, sounding - embarrassed?
"Aheh, um. Remember the night before last? When I mentioned I had a dream about us being - extremely married?"
"Nope. I um. Woke up before you did, and er. You talk in your sleep." The awkward is palpable. "And, er. The word choices were still random, but while you were dreaming you said some of them differently."
"It was so absurd," he giggles. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's - probably some kind of accidental invasion of privacy, but - it was hilarious. Also embarrassing, but - hilarious."
"I don't exactly mind. It's not like I was dreaming about moan-worthy things you couldn't just as easily have remembered yourself months ago."