Aya nods, writes a music note symbol separated by a slash from the first and last letters of the alphabet, and pastes this slip of paper to the chosen key.

Toggle note - giggle - toggle note.

"You're really cute."

T H A N K S Y O U T O O

Aya laughs. "Would you rather," she asks, "stay up here, or do you want us to try to haul you down the stairs?"

I W O U L D L I K E M O R E C O M P A N Y (pause) B U T I R E M E M B E R B E I N G C A R R I E D U P H E R E (pause) A N D I T W A S N O T T H E M O S T F U N I H A V E H A D I N M Y L I F E

"You do look pretty heavy, and I can't even reliably get myself up and down stairs without mishap, but it'd be easier to talk to you if you were down closer to us."

I F Y O U L E A V E D O O R S O P E N (pause) A N D W A I T A L O N G W H I L E (pause) I C A N G E T D O W N T H E R E B Y M Y S E L F

"...Really."

I C A N M O V E M Y S E L F (pause) E X T R E M E L Y (pause) S L O W L Y

"...Will you fit stably on a stairstep?"

I H O V E R

"A flying self-playing pipe tower."

"Apparently. Okay, I think we can leave the doors open if you want to move in - next to the bookshelves is probably best. Do you need help besides a clear path?"

I T H I N K I C A N M A N A G E

"Okay. Anything else best addressed now before I start getting objects out of your way?"

N O T T H A T I C A N T H I N K O F

"Okay." Aya starts getting objects out of her way.

While she is doing that, Piper starts to rise into the air. Very slowly. Not very far. Just about far enough not to bump into any uneven spots in the floor, in fact - about an inch.

Aya observes this with interest.

Once she's gotten a good bit ahead of Piper, Aya starts making trips to group various objects-she's-moving with others of their type in the nascent organizational system.

The duke's son takes up where Aya left off clearing the path, and when he reaches the ladder he climbs down to open the door.

Aya heads down to the next floor before Piper gets there; she doesn't think she or Piper would enjoy it if she fell on her.