"I stand corrected," says clone after a while of that.

"So how are we doing this? Should I make a clone, too? ...You know, I think I could swing a boy body right now for the clone. If you'd like."

    "Is that so," says clone, eyeing them.

"I'd like," says original, eyeing them with an identical expression.

"Yes so. Currently in between, so either works." They summon a single clone, already in boy shape. "I can manage more clones, but I'm thinking we should keep logistics simple for now."

...words. Who needs words when they can make out. One Tetsuma to each Dayo.

Both Tetsuma's are appreciative! (Being in two different bodies is weird. Good weird, though.)

Good and Dayo is extremely curious about boy!Tetsuma's body, since, you know. They haven't actually done much there, so far.

And this body is not under a transformation, so there's plenty of experimenting to do.

(Original Tetsuma does not want their breasts' existence acknowledged, but the clone has no such problems.)

Their breasts' existence can remain unremarked upon.

Both Tetsuma's are having lots of fun. And being very enthusiastic about experimenting with Dayo. (Original Tetsuma occasionally gets mildly distracted by the feedback from their clone.)

Oh good being distracting is one of their goals here.

They are eminently distracting!

Clones are awesome. At one point Dayo wants to switch it up a little and explore himself because it's different to have a third-person view.

Tetsuma's fine with that, since they're now vaguely interested in exploring their clone. They'll end up spending more time watching Dayo or bursting into giggles than properly exploring, though.

Dayo explores himself very thoroughly with many different body parts!

Tetsuma gets into an argument with their clone over what to do next, which turns into a wrestling match, which turns into a light spar, which naturally devolves into trying to bind each other with wood manipulation. 

"I am pretty tied up," Original!Tetsuma says, having won. They then kiss their clone and then burst into giggles, to their clone's frustration.

"I can think of a thing or two to do to a tied-up you," says one of the Dayos, who never actually won a wrestling match with Tetsuma. It's no longer super clear which one is the original.

"That sounds like fun. I like ideas."

Ideas can be implemented. So many ideas.

And much fun can be had!

So much!

But soon Sadde has a feast to attend.

The feast hall is enormous, but it doesn't look space-warped.

'Sadde' gets assigned a set on one of the side tables, near the far end from the head, with the other calculators. There's a chance to mingle before the feast is actually called, and while most people are keeping to their groups, not everyone is. There's some important-looking folk, the guards, the various groups of servants, the calculators, the higher-level mathematicians, the scribes, and a group with uniforms that Sadde hasn't seen yet.

He pokes one of his colleagues. "Who're those?"

"Oh, them? They're the magic types. Practical applications, you know."