"We have plenty in the house," Nertel says. "- well, not if we're going to do it all the time, but for a special occasion -"

"I think Mama's - alternate universe version - getting married to Papa's alternate universe version is a special occasion, just the once," says Katin. "...and I want to see the tiny me trio."

"Yes, I think so." Sigh.

"We can probably magically duplicate your special soap."

"Cool," says Ladah, who hasn't spoken till now, "can you duplicate everything -?"

"There're limits on doing it with food but most other stuff yeah."

"Is the food you lot have clean?" Isama asks. "I remember having to pay ridiculous amounts to get food that wasn't out of Voa - shit, what's going to happen to my sister if I just evaporate, I have a will but -"

"I have no idea if the food is clean by your standards. Peka sure hasn't been growing it. Do house-elves count as clean?"

"Not if they've been doing unclean tasks," says Shasali, "but maybe if they just do it by magic..."

"Hey Niblet," he says.

Niblet appears! "Master Michael is needing something?"

Asame starts hollering about the noise. Shasali bounces her.

"Yeah! These are Amentans. They are suffering from a very serious psychological malady where they can't eat food unless ridiculous food-handling procedures are observed. I don't know exactly what those entail but can they ask you some questions to figure out if we're doing enough for them?"

"Of course," says Niblet, "what is the procedures being, please?"

Amentans can explain in great detail!

All of the stuff about sourcing is hard to guarantee because the original ingredients were grown by Muggle humans and in some cases the local Elves who do not follow these procedures. The house elves themselves are exquisitely tidy though.

Amentans make faces. There don't seem to be red Elves, are there red humans?

"There are not."

"Then we can probably make do."

"I'm so proud of you! Niblet, pick three of you to stay here and take care of our alternate universe family, okay?"

"Do you, like, have to give them orders, even if you can't just free them -"

" - Niblet, would you please if you would like but not at all if you wouldn't pick three of you to stay here and take care of our alternate universe family?"

"Yes Master Michael," says Niblet, possibly bowing a bit pointedly, and disappears again to be joined a moment later by two other house elves.

"Thank you! Can you only if you happen to feel like it bring them all to the wedding venue - it's the really pretty island with the music hall - when they're ready?"

"Of course Master Michael," says Niblet.

And he pops over to pink Peka. "So they were in fact kind of upset about the pink hair thing but after we promised to resupply their magic soap they want to come to the wedding."