That gets a kiss.

"You're adorable and you make my life better."

"Well, you make my life fantastic, so that works out."

"It really does, doesn't it?"

It stretches. "Okay, back we go."

Lil smooch on the cheek first! All right, back to her desk.

Aww, cheek kiss! Yay.

Sable gets back to work as well, carefully hooking the alert list to the same datasource as the globe, then tying the central portion of the display to the globe itself to redraw things zoomed in. 

Some highlights from the capabilities experimentation journal:

One time Sable was testing her illusions and forgot which chair was real and which was illusion, and proceeded to sit on the illusion and fall on her ass.

Another time it was trying to cut a bullet out of the air with the sword she can summon from its tattoos. It forgot that the halves would keep their momentum and wound up with two smaller holes instead of one.

She's verified that her mental clarity tattoo does in fact protect from at least temporary exposure to her aura as long as she doesn't flare it very hard.

There's also a note about wanting to test whether enchanting can make a permanent electrical power source using an enchanted source of heat or motion, and no sign it ever got back to the idea.

Another about wanting to explore the limits of her Aura of Normalcy that she didn't get back to.

She takes extensive notes, organizing the results and highlighting any loose ends. It takes her a few hours to get through it all, but when she finally emerges from her organizational fugue, she has a tidy little to-do list with a suggested priority order for things to follow up on and new directions to explore.

When Sable next emerges from enchantment fugue, it is very pleased with her as it looks over her list.

"Precious girl, thank you for helping me with that." It presses a tender kiss to Esme's forehead and squeezes her possessively.

What a good and rewarding response! She nestles cozily.

"I like helping. And it's a pretty fascinating research subject. This isn't the final word, either—I was mostly focused on your notes, and your notes are from before me, so the growth effect from eating me and the focus effect from my wishes are both currently neglected topics. I did at least write down that they're neglected topics. But I suspect that when you start digging into them they will spawn many new list items."

She nods. "Very good points, I agree. We'll have to do a bunch more tests based on those!"

She excitedly peppers Esme's face with kisses.

"Now instead of getting distracted and spending all day eating me and recovering from eating me, you can spend all day eating me and recovering from eating me on purpose, for science."

It smiles widely. "Indeed! To start with, there's an alternative way to use the energy I gain from eating you: rather than snuggling up into torpor for long-term gains, I can instead lean into a sort of... I guess you could call it a sugar rush? And that would probably let me do costly things more easily while it lasts, or something like that."

"That sounds fun to experiment with!"

"It does! I could even give you kinky dreams while you sleep afterward!"

"You know, considering how long it hasn't been, it's a little silly for that to feel so nostalgic, but it does."

"It was rather a lot of fun, and your first introduction to me, after all."

How about it scoops Esme into its arms, then? Maybe pepper her face with some more kisses?

She wiggles delightedly.

"Your wiggles continue to be deeply adorable, did you know that?"

It may happen to be carrying her to the stairs. And then heading up to the suite.

She wiggles one more wiggle at that, then nestles in Sable's arms and tucks her face into the side of its neck with a cozy sigh.

Sable hugs her precious Esme tighter, laughing happily. "I really am absurdly lucky." Up the stairs they go, and into the suite. They seem to be heading to the kitchen. Why ever would they be going there?

Couldn't begin to guess. Too busy nuzzling.

And then they reach the kitchen, and Sable sits down with Esme in her lap, caressing and kissing and groping her.

"Do you have a particular cooking method you'd like to try next? Or would you rather I pick?"

"There's so many good options to choose from! Hmmmm..." The one that springs most insistently to mind is definitely cooking dildos. Probably because of the constant tentaclefucking.

"Those are a fun thought, yes."

One of the tentacles that isn't buried inside Esme stretches out to open a closet, pulling out a pair of exceptionally long dildos. They're somewhat flexible, with a surface that looks somewhere between metal and black silicone. The base of each has a dial on it.

"Goodness." She shivers.