Downstairs the door opens and in walks a six year old girl with a weird animal.
And after a little while he shoos her so as to avoid getting used to it. "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," she chirps, and she packs up her kit and scampers. He can still read her if she wants. She's going to have lunch with Ava and Cir and watch movies Bar recommended.
He idly listens sometimes; it is good to know what being a mostly-happy person is like and he doesn't want to miss it if she needs something. She doesn't. Milliways is nice that way.
He leans into Findekáno and continues existing. It's okay.