"Yeah, we're going to need to draft, like, the actual shape at some point - I think it's going to be maybe a gram or so?  Enough to be felt.  But not some gaudy statement piece.  Just, like - if the case itself is the size of my hand, the sun would be the size of our fingertips?  Fingernails?  Something like that.  ...Embossed.  Needs to be touchable.  ...Every step has to matter, to be known and understood?  ...We're going to need more directions."

Gosh, kisses are nice, though they won't so easily distract her from !!ENCHANTING!!!!  There is science to be done!  Or is it art?  Well, it's honestly both, but anyway, she's planning to do it!

"Hearing her talk about it was... A lot of swearing at the stupidity of it all actually. How time consuming enchanting is, how people don't appreciate that. Is a bevel or a chamfer better for this bolt- Well, maybe it doesn't matter, but it matters that you noticed and considered and chose."

"I see.  It's a very interesting way of thinking about things, for sure.  I wonder if Old Wardess would agree with the - it being choice and consideration that is fundamentally what matters."

"You can ask her later, I suppose. I'm not going within a mile of an old monster like that. Metaphorical monster."

"Yeah if I were you I wouldn't either!  I'm just curious what she thinks; she seems the exemplar of enchanting.  Either way, kind of moot right now; neither of us have her contact.  ...Suppose I'm gonna see her Saturday, though.  I really want to surprise her with a proper item by then, just to see if she has a face other than 'mildly disapproving'."

"I mean, it kind of sounds like she sees you as a little kid making crayon drawings? Or she's just completely checked out of things that aren't at least as old as Napoleon."

"Makes sense.  And I suppose I rather am, at that.  But that's a pretty dreary line of thought; I'd rather do something more exciting.  Like think about how to make energy batteries for a lightsaber!"

"Or you," Ophelia chuckles, low and smooth.  "Though I wouldn't want to alert our mother to the pretty girl we've let inside against her wishes; we haven't the proper delinquent habits to break out of groundings, or whatever else might follow therefrom."

"Maybe you should gag me, then."

Wiggle.

"Maybe I should~"

"Oh, but you were concerned about unexpected magical interactions, weren't you...and I hardly wish to gag you with a sock.  That would be so uncouth; unbefitting of my consort.  Unless, of course, it's what you desire~"

She will, despite her teasing that she oughtn't, shift Lilith properly into her lap, if that seems doable.  Because even if she isn't planning on doing more than teasing...well, she's planning on having fun with this regardless.

Lilith can be moved to her lap, sure.

"God, I'm so moody. I get the chance to take a break and I turn into a huge sap. I guess when you get used to the edge, backing off from it can feel weird."

Ophelia is just going to pet her and make soft comforting noises.

It feels like the right sort of thing to do.

"It's going to be alright, and if it isn't, then we'll make it so."

"Easier said than done. But, thank you."

"I am speaking from a position of absolutely insufferable arrogance when I say this, but - if anyone can do it, I expect that I both can and will.  You're important to me."

"Sort of think it comes back to the thing where I'm getting more... Persony over time. You gotta get a Troll Taco with me tomorrow, you'll see what I mean if you meet Big Al."

"Mmhmm."  She gives Lilith a gentle squeeze.  "Looking forward to it."  Her voice is soft, and gentle, and also somehow transmitting the emotional affect of finding herself absolutely smitten with this cute girl in her lap.

She will snug some more.

"It's great to see you so excited about magic though."

"It's very exciting!  I like doing it!  I mean, I can move things with my mind, how cool is that!?"

"Very. It erodes the surly bonds of Earthen reality, turning existence into your domain... At least a tiny little bit. I'd say magic is the most important thing in the world, but like, y'all have managed to make the internet work despite all us monsters, somehow. That's kind of insane too."

"It really is, yeah!  So many carefully designed protocols and so much precisely manufactured hardware, all for the purpose of allowing everyone's grandmas to send chain letters."

She promptly bursts out laughing, and takes the opportunity to cuddle Lilith some more since she's already wiggling around anyway.

"Communication. Verbal, nonverbal. Social context. There's so much of it, you know? And it gets so twisted and complex... I can pout or put a little disappointed - oh, in my voice that really fucks with someone, way more than you'd think, if you hit in just the right place..."

"Oh, goodness gracious, be careful where you point that, I'm - 50% needing more cuddles and 50% wanting to cuddle you until the entirely affected sad goes away!  But, ah, ..."

"I think I really know what you mean; something about...the process that produced - me, Ophelia, - has focused my sphere of interest into social analysis and the field of brain-hacking, and while I'm somewhat fumbling in the dark...that really does click."

"It's a lot easier to just turn the brain off sometimes. Whether that means getting angry at someone, watching TV or playing video games... Or getting horny."

She wiggles her butt against Annabel.