"The one other thing we need to talk about is schooling. There are a lot of arguments for home-schooling you: avoiding locker rooms, avoiding exposing your otherworldliness, running your education at a pace that doesn't bore you to tears. Basically, if we do that, the only real question is whether we want to hire a tutor or have me teach everything myself. Former means professional teaching experience, which I very much don't have, latter has a bit more flexibility and less people to potentially expose your world to."

"Frankly, I expect you'd do a better job than a randomly picked teacher from this planet on the same material. Maybe that's hubris but I believe in your power of stunt mothering and my power of secretly being twenty to overcome whatever tests this world may throw at us." 

Sable bursts into laughter. "Stunt mothering! That's great."

"Yeah, we can do that. I'll file the paperwork this week, and track down some placement testing material to figure out what you do and don't know, just so we can make sure everything's covered. Probably we include a secret bonus subject of training your age-sliding thing every so often, so we can try to figure out how it works, but that's not a rush."

"All that sounds very sensible. I'd love to see what the placement testing materials cover." 

"Me too! That'll be fascinating, and we've got enough time during my week off to figure it out. I think we've covered everything urgent, though. I'll set out a spare toothbrush for you in the bathroom, and you let me know when you're ready for bed if you wanna be tucked in, okay?"

"Okay! I think I will try to relax now and maybe try some games to get my mind off things. ... And I'm going to set a timer on this computer right now for when bedtime is. That's... three hours from now, right?" 

"Basically, yeah. I've got some research I can do until then, lemme know if you need anything."

"Okay! If I don't see you again before lights out, night night!" 

And Audrey will settle back against the headboard of her bed, settle her lap desk and laptop back on her legs, and begin tapping away at her computer.

Meanwhile, Sable will look up the plugin API for her chat client, and also memory wire and animatronic design. She'd try to track moods with an eeg, but that'll be finicky. Oh well, she's got projects now. That can easily fill the rest of her night.

And before long, Audrey's alarm has gone off, and she shuts the laptop firmly though regretfully, sets it and the lap desk aside, on the floor by the side of the bed since there's not many better places to put them, and scootches down in the covers and tries to settle in to sleep.

And not too long after that Sable washes up for bed as well. More shopping to do tomorrow.

Mmmhh?

New day. Something different happened yesterday…

Fostered a mystery child from another world who can ageshift!

Okay, that's cool. Time to get ready. She picks out clothes and hops in the shower.

Audrey wakes, and carefully does not step on the laptop by the side of her bed, and puts it onto the bed along with its lap desk in a prominent location so she hopefully does not have any accidents. She really needs a proper desk. Maybe they can sort that out today. 

Stretching, she considers her blouse and long skirt, mentally declares that she's already wearing different clothes from yesterday, and heads downstairs to see if she can find some kind of breakfast. 

There are lots of ingredients but nothing readymade apart from the snacks. There is also the clear sound of a shower running that contains a person who will make breakfast in a few minutes.

The stove is still a little high for her. She kind of wants to make hard boiled eggs because they remind her of her auntie and her habitual noodle dishes, but she supposes she can wait ten minutes. She goes and sits at the table in the dining room and goes on reading. 

Not much more than ten minutes later, Sable comes down wearing tight black jeans and a dark green top. "Morning, sweetie. Wha'cha want for brekkie?"

"Morning, mom. I was thinking maybe hard boiled eggs and toast with jam?"

She pauses a moment after, seems to reconsider her sentence, then nods to herself and goes back to reading. 

Awww!

"Easy enough, sweetheart," she replies, planting  kiss atop Audrey's head. "I normally go for scrambled egg sandwiches or something, but what my daughter wants, she gets, as long as it's not harmful somehow."

She blushes a little at the kiss, but smiles. 

"I trust your judgment on that one, from what you've showed me so far. Sounds fun." 

And back to her book she goes for the moment. 

"Okay!"

Hm let's see what does she have to serve alongside? Not enough time to bake anything, and no premade pastries. Pity. Well, something for another day.

She drums her fingers against her thigh, then turns back to Audrey. "Mind if I put on some music?"

Audrey lets out a little hum and smiles. "Not at all!"

She darts off to the living room, fires up the media center, and puts on Paramore's Riot, before dancing back to the kitchen and grabbing a bowl.

Eggs get cracked and beaten to within an inch of their lives, milk added, cheese grated, spices whipped in, and bread toasts.