milliways lurks

[her_imperial_radiance]

Milliways lurks.

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[prima_sequentem]

"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?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"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?"

[prima_sequentem]

"Well, smart is always a plus. Authoritative not so much."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"This was how he came off to Edward, I have even less about how he was with his wife," Elspeth points out.

[prima_sequentem]

"True. Well, I'll buy it."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"All right. Hallo, Grandma," says Elspeth. It sounds a fair bit less true than most of what she says, but not overwhelmingly so.

[prima_sequentem]

"You are now officially my favourite grandchild."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth giggles. "Aww. You've got more competition for favorite grandma, I'm afraid."

[prima_sequentem]

"I can live with that," she says.

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Grandma Esme is the sweetest person. If she met you she would probably decide it was appropriate to ask you to accept on your counterpart's behalf her sincerest thanks for bringing up her adopted son."

[prima_sequentem]

"You know, Elspeth, you've got a pretty great family."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"There was a period where my dad was a total jerk, but that was pretty much due to circumstances beyond his control, even if he could have handled those circumstances better. And he fixed them as best he could and we're okay now."

[prima_sequentem]

"Well, that's good," she says. "I think 'okay now' is the important part."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth nods. "Man, it would be weird if he met you, he would have no idea what to do about it."

[prima_sequentem]

"Would it be easier just to save him the confusion? I can be your grandma without being his mom."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Yeah, he never comes here anyway. I'm not sure if he's ever even seen a door."

[prima_sequentem]

"There you go then."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"What're you going to tell your version of Mama when you go back?"

[prima_sequentem]

"I'm really not sure," she says. "Any advice?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Well, I don't know. Do you want her to like you, or do you want to maintain your strategic caginess?"

[prima_sequentem]

"I take it I can't do both? I mean, if possible I'd like to get away without mentioning Milliways because it's bizarre and unverifiable. But since I'm planning to install her as ruler of the world, she has much higher access to my secrets than she did half an hour ago."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Well, if she's having coffee with you she must find you personally tolerable, so you have a leg up over, say, Addy the Imperial Factotum who she personally can barely stand and who has to stay within Dad's mindreading range eighty percent of always and top me up with all her new memories once a month to make sure she's not hiding anything in the other twenty percent. You won't have to do that if she likes you and you can convince her you're on her side, which you probably can if you actually want to make her empress of the world. But if you don't tell Mama stuff she'd want to know that's relevant to her, if you even delay much, she will figure it's because you don't trust her to behave appropriately with the information and she will think it's likely that you'd think that because you have information suggesting your goals don't match. And then she has to consider you maybe-an-opponent." Pause. "You haven't attacked anyone she likes, have you?"

[prima_sequentem]

"I don't know if she considers me to have attacked anyone she likes," says Libby. "I did briefly kidnap someone out of the middle of a conversation with her, in the interest of preserving one of those secrets I'm going to end up telling her anyway. Actually, while I'm here, what's your assessment of how your mother would behave if she knew how to dodge the otherwise heinous consequences of using the most powerful magic in the world?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"She'd... do that and then use it? Probably in quantity if she could get it? Mama has R&D working on scaling space colonization in ways that take advantage of vampires not needing spacesuits, and reproducing our anesthetist's magic so we can turn more people, and defensive anti-weapon technology of various forms so we don't need to worry so much about governments deciding to nuke us, and she throws money at charities that are doing things like getting clean water to Third World villages so more people can live long enough for us to get around to them. Also she's got people working on this stuff," Elspeth hefts her glass, takes a swig, "but yours probably will not find that a necessary project. In our case it's taking the place of a truly staggering amount of animal slaughter, but at least we're now working in conjunction with slaughterhouses that can use the meat and not just the blood so we're not hunting wild megafauna and damaging ecosystems."

[prima_sequentem]

"That sounds... potentially interesting," says Libby. "Quantity is a problem; bigger wishes require more pain. Even her hypothetical productive mint is probably not keen on churning out sevens."