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Good. You know I'd help out with that if you did, right?

Strangely enough, dark and quiet. First thing I do when I get to a new place is get stuff up on the walls and over the windows.

I kno, Birdie. And I'd help you.

Somehow, the quiet surprises me more than the dark. What do you put up on the walls?

Thank you, Elia.

Fabric, usually. Old reams on thrift, carpet sometimes. It helps stop the sound. Just because it's quiet doesn't mean I'm quiet. Makes it feel cozy, too, like a cocoon or something.

What would you need, to make yourself feel safe?

Oh, that's lovely. [ with a little teasing smile ] Have you ever tried a pillow fort? Very cocoon-like.

I don't know. Soft blankets, a warmth in the air. Knowing everything is in its place.

...I guess it's more a state of mind than actual things.

I-- [ Okay, give her a second, she's having a Realization. ] I have not had enough pillows in one place since I was a kid for a pillow fort, but I'm gonna fix that soon.

That makes sense, though, that it's a state of mind. And maybe a good lock. Have you got good locks?

Listen, if you want to go pillow shopping, I'm your woman.

Of course I have good locks, Birdie. And an excellent security system. It's silly that I'm thinking about this, really.

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Do bean bag chairs count? I've got some of those already.

All things considered, I'd wonder about you if you didn't think about it all. Something happen that's bringing it up, though?

That depends. How durable are these bean bag chairs?

I think I'm just worried about the kids getting older. [ Classic Mom stuff! ]

Pretty durable. They've been through some things, so they should be good.

Ah, yeah. From what I've seen they're pretty safe. Unless they're wandering the woods, or drag racing cars and you haven't told me. ...Are they?

[ Birdie's basic grasp of how people age is kind of broken. She doesn't really interact with them directly so it's entirely possible one of Elia's children has gone on from orange slices at soccer practice to become A Teen Doing Shenanigans. ]

[ At that, she laughs. ] Oh no, they are still much too young for drag racing.

[ But her voice soon grows more wistful. ] Still, every time I look at them they're learning something new. Soon they'll be off having their own adventures.

[ Time moves so fast! For her, anyway. ]

[ Birdie smiles at that. She understands time passing too fast. ]

Oh, good. I was hoping I'd be the one to teach them how to drag race. And you can be sure they're safe, because I don't know how to do that so mostly it'd be going in straight lines.

Birdie! [ Now Elia cannot help but let out a small laugh. ]

Maybe you should try and teach them something you actually know how to do. Something safe, if possible.

[ She considers safe and things she knows for a moment. ]

How do you feel about them learning an instrument? You think their little hands can get around a ukulele?

A ukelele? I think Rhaenys is just the age to start learning. And Aegon could watch.

[ Their father is, after all, a musician. One of the few things he didn't mess up at. ]

Great!

[ Oh no, what has she gotten herself into. These children will be up so late for ukuleles. ]

I've never taught a child anything before, but I've shown other people how to play so it can't be too bad.

[ Birdie will have to find an excuse to push this to the winter so the sun will set at a reasonable time. ]

We'll see if you still think that after her first lesson.

[ The biggest burden of summer is the very late start to her day, honestly. ]

She's not gonna try to break it over my head or something, is she?

What? No, she is not violent-

{ Just excitable. ]

I mean, no harm if she does, but I might want to invest in cheaper ukes. And a helmet.

[ Busting a ukulele over the head of an authority figure seems like a good instinct, one for Birdie to encourage. ]

I'll get her something small. And you a good helmet, if you insist.

We can wait on the helmet until after we know for sure if she's got a deep urge to smash.

Maybe she'll want to smash it on the floor. That seems like true musician behavior.

True. I can always teach her outside, then. Where the concrete is. I imagine your inside floors are too nice for that.

It wouldn't be the best idea for my new tile, no.

You have new tile? What was wrong with your old tile, she smash a play xylophone on it?

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