She is going to solve this problem. By taking some surveys. As in, grab photo paper, gather up a list of lines to go visit, and then knock on some doors and ask some questions and create a book series that organizes all possible forms, all known forms, what known lines look like in the forms - that sort of thing.
She starts with blue groups, because blue groups have the most available forms - she's gotten all of the big lines (well, all of the big lines that gave her the time of day) and is on the smaller ones. The ones with only one or two people. Or, in some cases, none.
This particular one's easier than some others; she doesn't need to fly to another country. It's Esmaar. She flies to the address of one 'Avar,' no line name. Apparently he had one and had some kind of explosive spat about it and gave it up. Not that it's her business. He's just another person for her survey.
She knocks on his door.
"Thank you! Pity I can't go back in time and hand it to you then. But someone else can use it now. I'll likely have to make more editions later, keep it updated, but that won't be as hard as..." She waves a hand at the books. "This."
"So!" says Avet, lightly. "You are impressed, but don't shy away from critiquing them just because they're well organized, I am not entirely happy with them but couldn't think of a better solution to some of the problems I encountered."
"All right, let's hear it," he says. "What's giving you trouble? Or do you want me to read them all first and form my own unprompted opinions?"
"Second thing! See if you can find the things that bothered me. Unless of course you don't want to."
She is teasing.
"Ooo, thank you." Avet takes the offered applesauce. "Though, I don't know if I have enough room in my cold cabinet for this," she muses. "Maybe if I rearrange things in a creative fashion..."
She could possibly ungently extract her, but - what in the world would she say? 'No go away there is a shren here right now'? 'I worry that you will upset my friend if you are at all exposed to him'? Then she'll ask, and then - it might explode. Litet's always been a nice relative, surely it wouldn't explode?
"Not, um, really, I have a friend over, I can take care of it," she tries, for lack of a better idea.
"He's checking over my uh, book, it's finished and he's reading it so I really don't have anything better to do until he's done, definitely time to rearrange my cold closet, don't worry about it."
.... Wait, that might have been the wrong thing to say, what if Litet wants to see it, that would put her in the same room as Mial.
Yes Litet keep talking to her please stay away from Mial.
She can think of a few decent lies to use here, but - does she really need to? She doesn't particularly want to lie to family. "Different versions based on relevancy. So you don't have to flip through more book than you have to in order to get to the relevant line."
Technically, this is true!