"They're mostly going in, like, the walls, there isn't a full on path till graduation day. I guess possibly you could get into the walls somehow."

"I see. Thanks." 

On the way up to the library, after breakfast has occurred and she's taken a nap, she looks at one of the omnipresent sets of blueprints. Do the walls have space in them, perhaps space that a human being could also occupy? The siren-spiders were pretty big...

There is space in the walls for plumbing and gas lines and for the machinery that moves the floors down every year and the mechanisms that create new ones complete with furniture.

She attempts to plot a theoretical trajectory down from the gym to the graduation hall and...fails. At least in the time she can spare before she has to resume rushing up to her study group. She'll try again later when she has found some people she can convince to help her, so as to be able to take advantage of Time Enough For Love. Meanwhile, taking the stairs four at a time because Lightfoot lets her do that. 

Kareen does Baby's First Knife with Ken, and pesters him with other questions the whole time. Some of them are at least tangentially related--having to do with how other parts of the shop work, and so on--and some of them are not. 

She puts an eye on the knife's handle, because she is extremely predictable. 

Wednesday morning at breakfast she checks in with Hans about how the sense boosts are treating him, and during her after-breakfast nap she checks in with her parents about how the sense boosts are treating them. Bella doesn't happen to be in either of the study groups she hosts between then and lunch, so it's at lunch that she pulls pulls Bella aside.*

*A word which here means "into her pocket dimension." 

"Fancy seeing you here."

"Would you like my interview notes with my parents and Hans Pracht?"

"If you've got permission to share them."

"I don't have permission to share Hans Pracht's name but you were there when Caio told it to me."

"Okay, but... the interview notes could conceivably be further private."

"I didn't see anything that seemed private in them...?"

"Okay. Just checking."

Interview notes! They're more narratively coherent than you would expect.

"You take notes like a memoirist."

"No, I receive notes like an Archivist. Uh, Archivist is a specific Beholding-associated title, Papa has it, one of its traits, the one I got when I Dragon Fairy Elf Witched him, is it sort of helps people talk like that, when you ask them a sufficiently open-ended question."

"...what's that like to be on the receiving end of?"

"It's--hm. It's like the difference between knowing the ABC song and being asked to list every letter in the alphabet without it. Except you didn't know you knew the song before the question is asked, it just sort of comes together in your head when you reach for the letters." 

"Huh. Does it have any persistent effects after that?"

"No. I mean, there can be persistent effects of talking to my papa, but that requires other stuff."

"?" (It's a sort of back of the throat vocable.)

"If for any reason you want to tell him about a scary experience you've had, write it down and hand it to him, or tell me and have me tell him; if you tell him, directly, you'll have dreams about it, and he'll be in the dreams. Covered in more eyes than he has in real life."

"...oh, that's actually less bad than I was imagining but still good to know how to place a protective buffer there."

"He's been doing this since I was a baby and he's the one who taught me to care about ethics, all the bad stuff has protective buffers placed around it. I don't think he's asked anyone a direct question without intending to since I was, like, three. Four maybe. Because people have to answer them, if they don't have some protective factor."

"I am glad to hear he uses this power responsibly."

Nod. "Papa's a good person."