"Maybe he tried it once a million years ago and didn't like it."

"Maybe."

She's finished with her breakfast at this point and is going to brush her teeth, using the liquid from the purple cauldron as both water and toothpaste. 

Beka has also finished eating but has never brushed her teeth in her life and is not sure what's going on. It doesn't seem conducive to having a conversation, at least. She busies herself by collecting all the bone dishes together.

"Oh how thoughtfull of you!" Bonesaw says in the fixed voice. Her mind is on her projects for the day.

"I should run along now or I'll be late for work." 

"I'll get out of your way. Thank you so much for breakfast!"

"Have fun!" 

And Bonesaw is back to working on her projects - a bunch of them are really interesting and she gets to make so many Friends and improve them when they get broken and her long term project is coming along really well. Still, she asks for the orf to come over and sing her to sleep multiple times a week, with the blankets set up as a nestlike bed for her guest. Once, on a particularly sleepless night, she slips up and asks for the Siberian instead, before correcting herself.

The orf shows up to sing her nonmagical lullabies whenever she is asked, and sleeps in the nest when it is clear it's for her.

It's for her each time, and if she does try to leave without sleeping Bonesaw will snap awake and grab the orf's sleeve and give her such a pleading look.

And a few weeks in Bonesaw hits an issue with her major project after discovering that magic songs can do wind and now she needs to redo a bunch of details of the delivery system and it's four days of feverish working down the drain. She's frustrated and she's having trouble both working and not working on it, until she remembers the advice from her Uncle Jack on how, if she needed to calm down, she should find easy but pretty art projects to do and do it well.

So Bonesaw goes to one of the mess halls in Angband and selects a neat looking orc to take apart and put back together inside out. She doesn't even use her lab, operating with whatever she has on hand in the middle of the busy hall - that way there's an audience. And when she's done that she cleans out any grime and puts her art project back together rightside in again. And then repeats the whole cycle again and again until she's lost in a blur of repositioning and cleaning and she has no idea how long it's been but she feels better. She skips out of the mess hall afterwards and returns to her lab to take another look at the major project before getting one of the most restful nights of sleep she's had in weeks - she doesn't even need her orf friend.

(While Bonesaw doesn't notice it herself the orc does end up right side in, though his brain doesn't seem to be quite aware of this and he's barely able to string together syllables or even scream.)

Her orf friend does eventually get called in by the right-side-in orc's wife to find out if he's doing better or worse in there than the estimated Being Tortured By The Elf Gods Forever state.

Beka goes and reads his mind, what's left of it, and determines that while it's possible the Elf gods do worse, he's not going to be able to eat or work. His wife kisses him and snaps his neck.

And a couple of nights later Bonesaw would like to have another sleepover with her orf friend!

In she comes when called.

She's in an unusually good mood and even though it's late she was wondering if Beka could teach her a bit of one of the songs?

"I could try. I don't know if I'm good at teaching."

"Don't worry, I'll be good at learning."

Her voice is actually flexible enough that she could in theory be an excellent (by human standard's) singer.

Beka will sing bits of one of the nonmagical lullabies in sections suitable for Bonesaw to memorize them, and then she falls silent and "sings" by osanwë to let Bonesaw sing "along" without covering awkward twinges in her voice that she can smooth out.

She's not that great at memorization as it turns out but is eager to try, and can mimic sounds with surprisingly little correction.

If you read I could write down the lyrics for you.

"That would be great! I can read some orcish and my language learning neural implant is still working so as long as you read it while you write it I'll be fine."

"The lyrics're in Thindarin." She writes it out, reading each word as she does.

"Oh, thindarin is really pretty." says Bonesaw after seeing it written out.

"Yeah! I don't get a chance to read or write a lot but it's nice."

"Why don't orcs use it instead of orcish?"

"They mostly don't speak it. And also mostly can't read."

"Hm, I could fix that. For a few of them, but not a lot of them. Unless I made them all into a single aggregate entity first but that might take a while."