"Oh?"

"I mean, I assume I agree with my alt that eating this one species's eggs is bad, but I do not know why it was happening in the first place or how this one of me was in a position to be writing essays about it."

" - fair enough. These are people who hatch from eggs? Or is your alt an animal welfare activist?"

"I... suspect people hatch from them but it seems like this is obvious enough to the intended audience that she didn't need to specify."

"My alts have a technical digest that is way over my head, though there's kindly also a recommended curriculum for getting caught up on it."

"Cool."

"Yeah." Reading!

"And this one of me styles herself the Empress of Mîr -"

" - that's in the briefing packet, that's Iobel's template."

"...Uh, weren't they checking for that?"

"This was the check for template matches, I don't think there was an earlier check for template matches."

"Okay. Well. Apparently I am multiversally powerful and well-connected and empressy."

"Congratulations!!! I have no doubt it was well-earned."

"...so Iobel and Mitros what is the deal -"

"You mean how they are platonically married?"

"Yes, that."

"Mitros didn't actually say but, uh, extrapolating, probably he decided to marry the most suitable candidate for Queen of Marlatia and then - work the rest out somehow - and then was talked down from this stupidity by his Fredrick and his Miranda but one imagines she was very annoyed to learn the original plan."

"One imagines! I want my properly organized template privilege notes."

"Epic can probably - Epic, Miranda is one of the Bell template -"

Epic turns to look at her incredulously. Makes something tiny in his hand. "Ohhh." Computer chip!

"Miranda is my middle name. And Way is my married name."

"My mom is a Bell. That's weird and gross and you should -" he makes a face at Minor, who has a hand on his wife's arm - "weird."

" - aren't several of me dating Bells?"

"That's not weird though."

" - okay."