"That whole thing is possibly the weirdest part of all this."

"It's very strange. I should ask Bar about it."

"When you try getting the door to other places!"

"Then, sure."

Amentans talk more about aliens and colony planet plans.

"Who gets one -"

"There are going to be twenty-two. This is basically because that's who-all we wanted to have one, but we can pretend that's all we had and we were forced to choose between countries. Loosely, everyone large gets one and six have open immigration from small countries that don't get one of their own and one has open immigration from anywhere and is casteless."

"I'm so excited."

"Does 'open' mean including reds? Does 'casteless'?"

"If we can build a consensus around the adequacy of magically cleaning them, then yes."

"What are you going to have as a job for cleaned reds?"

"The way we're envisioning the casteless planet is that the hair colors will still signal the usual thing but that people who it doesn't suit can dye their hair. Easier than telling people to stop reading things into the hair colors. So they can do whatever they're good at."

"Do none of you just think an incorrect color matches your eyes or something?"

" - it'd be like wearing a ballet leotard to work because I thought it suited my complexion."

"...huh."

"I don't think green suits me!"

"Gonna move to the casteless planet?"

" - dunno. If space travel's grey, yeah, probably. Scouting for planets sounds fun."

...sigh.

"Hmm?"

"I find you to have a really refreshing perspective by comparison and your Elf alt probably hates me."

"That's kind of unlikely, I don't hate most people and they totally deserve it. And if I were gonna live forever it seems like the amount it was worth it to go around hating people would be even less."

"Well, his magic dog definitely hates me, I guess I don't know about Tyelcormo per se."

"Do tell what one has to do to get a dog to hate you."

"Magic Maia dog, most of whose conspecifics were on Valinor."