Giggle. "You don't have royal immunity or anything?"

"I could announce we don't have obscenity laws anymore but I could not declare that they don't apply to me. - well, not without a majority vote of people who are not me -"

Giggle.

"Anyway. I think the refugees have enough information." 

"Probably. It's so sweet how much they love that you kiss me on TV though."

"It is. I was worried people might assume - given how terrible your world is -"

"No, of course not. Orange boy would swear on his beating heart that he never got within a foot of me, that's the thing they might worry about it, the on television part where you're proud to have me is important."

"It's so strange to think about people who could swear falsely."

"Shouldn't you be used to that by now?"

"I knew most people couldn't swear but then what's the point of it!"

"Some people just don't wanna swear to lies, enough that it means a little more than just saying so?"

"If you want we can put him on trial, he'd probably go to prison for ten years - it's up to you -"

"Don't you have like - custody stuff -"

"Yeah. If he wanted visitation and she wanted to see him."

"I could exert special privileges there. If you'd otherwise want him on trial and that's getting in the way."

"I mostly just want him to - not exist for me any more. I stopped going with my mother to work - I'm trying to forget his name -"

"So a trial might not really help with that. - Lórien can - or subtle artists can - do that. The name. If you wanted."

"Oh, no, the entire point is I have to do it by crowding it out with stuff that has nothing to do with him."

Kiss. Snuggle. "You will have all of forever for that."

Snuggle! "It's great."

"I love you."

"I love you too!"

"I," Eclipse Rebecca's husband complains in the template side chat, "have no idea how to ask her if she'd like children because if the answer is 'I regard myself as your property and of course you can use me for that' I will scream."

        "She'd like children," Michael says. "I was worried all of you would take forty years on that."

"Well, probably, but we should have conversations about it well in advance!"

       "Don't ask her if she'd like children if you mean 'in forty years', that's cruel."

"She could say something herself! It is very stressful how she won't say something herself!"

Beka's Macalaurë is giggling.

"What's funny?" asks Beka, flopping herself carelessly across his lap.