Elspeth giggles. "If your version of Mama isn't an unusually productive mint but knows at least one, why wouldn't that one be the ruler of the world, I wonder," she muses. "I suppose they could be bad at making wishes? Or not want to rule the world, like Siobhan." Pause. "Do you know a Siobhan? She goes with Liam if you find one of those."
"Should I start writing these down?" she jokes. "And a surprising number of people don't want to rule the world, even though they could. Me, for example."
"Siobhan just wants dominion over Ireland and she doesn't even do anything with it besides keep an eye on the vampire population so it's all people she likes," Elspeth says. "If you want to matchmake based on who's mates in my world you may as well take notes, but Maggie and Gretchen are probably just a funny coincidence - wrong country, wrong time, wrong hair color."
"I don't know much. Human memories get faded like crazy after turning, so I don't have much from Dad. Grandpa saw her... she did look something like you, but older, old enough to have a seventeen-year-old son, and sicker, and not the beneficiary of modern medicine. I can't really compare voices because she was dying of the flu the entire time and didn't sound great. But her name was Elizabeth and her maiden name was Kirsch."
"Grandma," says Elspeth experimentally. It doesn't sound particularly true or particularly untrue. "I don't think I have enough to go on to do that. Oh well. The only thing I know she did was figure out that Grandpa Carlisle would be able to do something to save her son and tell him very fiercely to do so. He couldn't do anything for her even if he'd wanted to turn an extra person, because she died when people were looking, but Dad he was able to wheel out and save."
"Yeah, that sounds reasonably like me," says Libby. "If there was an unusually ethical vampire hanging around and I had a terminally ill son, you bet I'd figure it out and point the one at the other."
Elspeth picks out a series of images - one blurry, unclear one from Edward's childhood, where the ages would be more closely matched, and three from Carlisle's observation of her. And a picture of Edward, before he got so sick, when he was still human, for kicks.
"So maybe you're going to help your counterfactual-daughter-in-law take over the world," giggles Elspeth. "Here's my dad's biological dad. It's not a great picture since he died of the flu the next day, but I dunno, do you think he looks like husband material?" A picture accompanies.
"First I have to imagine myself getting married," she says, "but turn of the twentieth century, I guess it's not impossible. Did he have any notable features other than looks, or do you not know?"
"He named my dad after himself?" Elspeth suggests. "...Dad's lingering impressions of him were that he was smart and authoritative and principled, the sort of person relative to whom Grandpa Carlisle's fathering would seem like an improvement but not a completely different sort of relationship?"
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