Squirrrrrm.

"So how do you feel about the fact we are apparently destined to be together and have these specific children?"

"I like it! It's sweet." Kiss.

"Now that it'd be safe if you'd like we could stop worrying about learning who the fourth destined child is."

"Ooh! I will stop adding tick marks to that entry on Things To Confess Later."

Kiss. "I thought it wasn't a sin if I'd insisted? Or just less of one."

"Oh I sin all the time it just tipped into a sin I was willing to commit."

Giggle. "Okay."

Kiss kiss kiss.

Amentans take long showers with that horrible shampoo that is terrible on your hair.

Shasali recommends staggering amounts of conditioner afterwards - "- like a good two cups of it if you have hair my length -"

"Did you go through it a lot?"

"Yes. I was second batch, it wasn't very streamlined, they just kind of threw everything at us. I wanted to look presentable when I had visitors."

Inlad beams at her and leans on her.

"Sorry about that," Nertel says, "wherever there might be found a tradeoff between making it more pleasant and making people trust it -"

"I endorse it entirely, you have nothing to apologize for," she says. "I looked up social worker and merchandise deliveryperson tips for it, they said conditioner in huge quantities. Works on my hair."

And then thoroughly conditioned Amentans can rather fail to all fit into the house. 

Maybe they can get a wizard to come over and bunkify and duplicate beds? ...Or the whole house and underlying island? There are four bedrooms and two offices and a music room and the living room and the dining room for seven couples, eight children, and five single adults.

"Remember that storm," says Peka, "imagine if we were snowed in here and really didn't have anywhere to go..."

"I mean, we're kind of going to be effectively trapped here quite a while. Maybe the wizards can help, though. Didn't they leave their magic slaves....excuse me, Niblet?"

A Niblet! "Yes Mister Blue Timothy sir?"

"Aitim. Nice to meet you. Do you know if the wizards - or you - can do anything to get us more space in this house?"

"Wizards can be making things larger inside than they are outside, Mister Aitim."

"Do you think there are maybe wizards who wouldn't mind -" sigh - "changing from the wedding festivities and coming over and doing that for us?"

"Niblet will be asking, Mister Aitim!" Pop. Niblet asks Timothy.

And Timothy queries space Elf alts on decontamination procedures and changes and comes over in appropriate little shoe covers.