"Yeah, the research constraints are probably part of the problem. Anyway. There's a tea party a week from Saturday, Octavia Potter's hosting it, my grandfather'll be so pleased if I bring a date, care to come?"
Minor meanwhile invites Miranda to go flying in Iceland with him, the glaciers are supposedly stunning.
He borrowed one of those fancy tents that's four rooms on the inside!!
The glaciers are as advertised. Minor thinks Icelandic is charming.
"It'd take me a while to properly get the hang of it but it's not far off from Danish and I can usually understand about half of what's said in Danish."
Giggle. Kiss. "Well I could go out and pick up some more of it but I was going to suggest hot chocolate."
Hot chocolate. "Michael'd save up for a house twice's'fast if he stopped giving Rebecca endless foreign desserts as presents, I checked. But I do see the temptation."
"Had a set in the kitchen that were for multiplying when they ran out. Catherine ate 'em. The elves unconvincingly endeavored to take the blame."
Minor finishes his hot chocolate and kisses her.
"I love you," he says in Icelandic.
"Don't think it's quite time to say it in English, yet." Kiss. "Even Cricket would find it satisfactorily complimentary, promise."
"Sure, but they're correct high standards. For instance he thinks you're fantastic."