"Oh good." Squeeze.

He sings.

Singing! Snuggling! Other reds look at them but don't ask.

After a while he goes to the piano. 

He has had more opportunity than Peka to practice piano.

She goes and watches, swaying to the music.

Awwww. He will sing and play.

This is such a pleasant being in jail experience!

When it is late enough that some of the reds would probably rather sleep than listen to Elf music he reluctantly stops. 

"You going home?"

"Suppose I probably should."

"I hear a ton of conditioner helps with the hair thing." She is looking at his hair.

"Oh good, I'll try that. It'd be so horrible if it's all wrecked and I have to grow it all back out."

"I think it wouldn't be permanent anyway."

"Elves have scrupulously avoided needing to find out, so far."

"Well, thank you for visiting me."

"My pleasure." Hug.

Hug!

Gosh this Elf is possibly tempted to stay longer. "Court tomorrow?"

"Yeah, they're pretty good about staying on top of that."

"Let me know if you need anything."

"- uh I hesitate to ask but the babysitter is real mad about the unexpected overnight and taking it out on my bank account."

"Maitimo owes you money, I will make him send it."

"That will help thank you."

Squeeze. "You are very welcome."

"Everybody would freak out if you visited us in our little tent neighborhood," she snorts.

"Would it help convince them that we're not softening them up for more convenient murder later?"