(retroactive)

[her_imperial_radiance]

It is after the very first Bellparty.

"Dad never comes to these," Elspeth tells her grandma. "Too many strange Bells. If there were strange Edwards, Mama might have trouble with them too, but there aren't so far. But I can reintroduce you now, if you'd like."

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[queensidecastle]

She conjures a cookie. She eats the cookie.

"I could get used to this," she announces.

[luminous_regnant]

"Good," says Bella. "It is 2031 and none of us dabble in time travel, so if you wished to go back to something more familiar it would be inconvenient to arrange."

[queensidecastle]

She snorts.

[luminous_regnant]

"Perhaps you'd also like a summary of the last hundred years or so," suggests Bella. "Edward will do better at that than me; I don't have even half a century under my belt yet. Although Elspeth could manage it."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"With pictures and sound, and from multiple perspectives," agrees Elspeth.

[queensidecastle]

"Ooh, pictures."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth laughs, and launches into a comprehensive illustrated history of everything that has gone on of importance since Chris died. She is much faster than Edward, since she goes on being comprehensible even if she talks a little faster than her audience could normally track.

[queensidecastle]

It is fascinating! Chris is fascinated. Best great-niece.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth is the best and all her relatives should be glad to have her.

[queensidecastle]

Someone should give her a cookie.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth can in fact eat cookies! She can even keep talking while eating them without violating any commonly accepted etiquette guidelines. Is someone going to give her a cookie?

[prima_sequentem]

Yes.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth noms the cookie.

[prima_sequentem]

Elspeth is an adorable granddaughter.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Presently she is an adorable granddaughter who has finished summarizing. "Those are the highlights. There's always more detail to be had, of course."

[queensidecastle]

"Whew," says Chris. "Okay. Now, do us dead people have anywhere to live, or do I have to sleep in the creepy empty room?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"There are spare quarters for people with humanlike needs in the wolf village," laughs Elspeth, "we can show you."

[queensidecastle]

"Great."

[her_imperial_radiance]

To the wolf village! Both of these people are Downside-style dead, so Elspeth doesn't bother with imprint warnings. "Do you want to share a place or have your own?" she inquires on the way.

[queensidecastle]

Chris looks at her niece.

[prima_sequentem]

"Share."

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth puts them in a charming little house, which is stocked with miscellaneous amenities and edible nonperishables, and also appears to have been serving as extra fridge space for someone who really, really likes eggs.

[prima_sequentem]

"Why the eggs?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Eggs are very popular among the high-metabolism set," laughs Elspeth. "Someone must have stashed them here. You can eat them, you can wait for whoever it was to run out of their own fridgeful and hand them over."

[prima_sequentem]

"Noted."