Yep. Aya moves a couch a few inches to make a space for Piper to hang out where her keys will be clearly visible from said couch and she'll be out of all the walking paths.

And then some more waiting. He chooses to wait sitting on that couch, rereading his book of Aelare stories.

"I may have run out of thematically suitable things to draw for you the next time I want to draw you something," remarks Aya.

"Well, that's the beauty of Aelare, isn't it? You can draw just about anything, and I'll know."

"All right," Aya giggles.

He grins at her.

"Do I get a cake every couple of drawings?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I'll make cake when I feel like making cake," he says.

"Nothing to do with the drawing, then? Aelarish whimsy?"

"Oh, it was definitely about the drawing. It just won't always be about the drawings."

"What else would it be about?"

"Aelarish whimsy, maybe."

"You get a lot of that?"

"What else would you call deciding to make you a cake just because I'm happy and I feel like it?"

"I didn't say it was an unreasonable label."

"Then yes, all the time. I'm the Aelare of cake."

"Just cake? I wouldn't like to wake up one day and find all of the furniture in my room stuck to the ceiling and my feet replaced with wheels."

"Cake and things like cake. Nice things."

"That's much pleasanter. I'm a disaster on feet, I don't think wheels would improve me."

"I'd make you hover, like Piper," he says, laughing.

"Now that would be convenient if only I could move along a bit faster than Piper can."

"Well, nothing's perfect."

"I know, it's a terrible pity."

He laughs.

"That's how you can tell that I'm not a goddess."