Mitros pronounces this Earth custom good. "The Marlatian birthday custom is to go track down an alternate universe version of your wife as a boy."

"You were a little off-schedule on that."

"Was I. I assure you it was not out of a lack of delight that my wife comes as a boy."

"I've been assured you find it delighting!"

"Iobel is great! She's my best friend. But she's not a boy at all."

"I am a boy." Tail-swish. "It amuses me that one of the first things she concluded about having alts was that we are entitled to send one another on assignations."

"One of the first things, really? Have you found her any?"

"We have contemplated the wisdom of hooking up ourselves, does that count?"

"Ooooh. I do regret having so horribly complicated her sex life."

"Triangles are complicated business."

"She's very clever, I bet she'll figure it out."

Giggle. Wag.

"That tail."

"What about it?" Tail forms a question mark.

"aaaaaaaghhh tail -"

"I am enlightened." Tail pats him on the hand.

"It's just really attractive."

"I got it to be expressive when I was on summon, I can't say that occurred to me before - what about it -"

Mitros is briefly distracted by the tail. "Well I get so much from - how people move and talk and the faces they make, right, and in addition to all of those you have a tail and it wags and it swishes and it punctuates your sentences and it's - I love watching Iobel think, it's just a way of having more angles on that and it's - adorable -"

"Awww. Wings aren't doing as much of that?"

"You don't use them as much. Maybe if I got a good flight spell and then got accustomed enough to flying to notice wing-angling body language. But the tail's perfectly legible."

Tail winds around his wrist.

Mitros beams delightedly at it. "I have the best wife."

"It's good that you know that sort of thing about yourself."

"She tells me." Kiss?