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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“The twins are nearly fluent, and the rest except for Caoden speak a smattering. So they’ll all be able to help you translate.” She gave him a thoughtful look, considering something. “Or, if you’d like, there is something I can give you. The children should all learn it naturally, but I can have translators made for emergencies.”

Carlos looked at her. “Translators?” he asked. “Like, what are we talking? Magic or tech?”

“Yes?” came the response after Mia had thought for a moment. “It’s a function that can be programmed into communiscanners, like what one of my earrings turns into.” In demonstration, she flicked one of the hoops dangling from her ear, allowing a small holographic computer screen to appear in front of her eye as the earring itself transformed into an earbud with a thin wire attaching a microphone to her lower jaw.

Carlos blinked. He gave a low whistle. “Wow, that’s impressive,” he said. He wanted to reach out and touch… but he wasn’t going to do that without permission. But God, it looked so cool… “So… it’s like an App for your… communiscanners then?”

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“Jade is okay with the other children, yes. Recently she’s been in to listening to lots of music, but won’t play anything herself.” Mia shrugged, looking at her friend. “You are sure you don’t mind watching the children? It could be as long as two of your weeks if things go badly.”

“I’ve gotten a hang of it the first time,” Carlos said. “I think I can get Jade to help a bit too. Not too much, but you know – make her feel responsible.”

“That would be much appreciated,” she replied, ears perking up a little. And then she seemed to think of something, because her expression took on a decidedly sheepish look. “Jade only speaks Mayanaira. She understands some English, though. Will that be a problem?”

Carlos frowned. “Uh… a bit,” he admitted. “Do the other kids speak Mayanaira?” It’d be cool if he had some sort of thought-reading device to use, but alas… he didn’t.

“The twins are nearly fluent, and the rest except for Caoden speak a smattering. So they’ll all be able to help you translate.” She gave him a thoughtful look, considering something. “Or, if you’d like, there is something I can give you. The children should all learn it naturally, but I can have translators made for emergencies.”

Carlos looked at her. “Translators?” he asked. “Like, what are we talking? Magic or tech?”

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“Jade is okay with the other children, yes. Recently she’s been in to listening to lots of music, but won’t play anything herself.” Mia shrugged, looking at her friend. “You are sure you don’t mind watching the children? It could be as long as two of your weeks if things go badly.”

“I’ve gotten a hang of it the first time,” Carlos said. “I think I can get Jade to help a bit too. Not too much, but you know – make her feel responsible.”

“That would be much appreciated,” she replied, ears perking up a little. And then she seemed to think of something, because her expression took on a decidedly sheepish look. “Jade only speaks Mayanaira. She understands some English, though. Will that be a problem?”

Carlos frowned. “Uh… a bit,” he admitted. “Do the other kids speak Mayanaira?” It’d be cool if he had some sort of thought-reading device to use, but alas… he didn’t.

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“I am her….throne sitter? And grandmother. I say you are allowed, you are allowed. And she is five Alshondi. ….Eleven Terrandi? Still a small child.” She’d forgotten the word for reagent, apparently.

“Ah,” Carlos said. “So, she’s like your ward? What does she like doing by the way? Is she okay with younger kids?”

“Jade is okay with the other children, yes. Recently she’s been in to listening to lots of music, but won’t play anything herself.” Mia shrugged, looking at her friend. “You are sure you don’t mind watching the children? It could be as long as two of your weeks if things go badly.”

“I’ve gotten a hang of it the first time,” Carlos said. “I think I can get Jade to help a bit too. Not too much, but you know – make her feel responsible.”

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“Two balls for entirely different occasions, four different peace treaty negotiations that can’t be put off, and the werewolves are on the verge of an international catastrophe thanks to some idiot with a….bright phone?…and some poor pup in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

She shook her head again before running a hand through her hair and looking at her friend. “Don’t suppose you could be put upon to sit the children again?“

“I absolutely can,” Carlos said. “I was able to come up with activities the last time they were around, so I know what to do now.” He smiled at her. “They’ll be in good hands with me.”

“Oh, fantastic!” Mia visibly perked up at the agreement. “I can bring them over as soon as they wake up. …Would you be against one additional charge for your sitting? I think perhaps it would be best for the young princess to not be present around some of the guests I have to be hosting.”

Carlos blinked at her. “Uh, the ‘princess’?” he asked. “How old are we talking? And… am I allowed to babysit her?”

“I am her….throne sitter? And grandmother. I say you are allowed, you are allowed. And she is five Alshondi. ….Eleven Terrandi? Still a small child.” She’d forgotten the word for reagent, apparently.

“Ah,” Carlos said. “So, she’s like your ward? What does she like doing by the way? Is she okay with younger kids?”

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“Two balls for entirely different occasions, four different peace treaty negotiations that can’t be put off, and the werewolves are on the verge of an international catastrophe thanks to some idiot with a….bright phone?…and some poor pup in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

She shook her head again before running a hand through her hair and looking at her friend. “Don’t suppose you could be put upon to sit the children again?“

“I absolutely can,” Carlos said. “I was able to come up with activities the last time they were around, so I know what to do now.” He smiled at her. “They’ll be in good hands with me.”

“Oh, fantastic!” Mia visibly perked up at the agreement. “I can bring them over as soon as they wake up. …Would you be against one additional charge for your sitting? I think perhaps it would be best for the young princess to not be present around some of the guests I have to be hosting.”

Carlos blinked at her. “Uh, the ‘princess’?” he asked. “How old are we talking? And… am I allowed to babysit her?”

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“Drake’s taking a nap for me right now, but it’s not the same as actually sleeping yourself, you know?” Mia sighed, accompanying the sound with a shake of her head. “Got too much to do, and not enough hours in even the Alshondi day to do it.”

“What’s going on?” Carlos asked her. “Is… is there anything I can do to help?” He had no idea what sort of things someone like Mia had to do – obviously important queen/mom/space stuff – but if he could help in any way he could…

“Two balls for entirely different occasions, four different peace treaty negotiations that can’t be put off, and the werewolves are on the verge of an international catastrophe thanks to some idiot with a….bright phone?…and some poor pup in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

She shook her head again before running a hand through her hair and looking at her friend. “Don’t suppose you could be put upon to sit the children again?“

“I absolutely can,” Carlos said. “I was able to come up with activities the last time they were around, so I know what to do now.” He smiled at her. “They’ll be in good hands with me.”

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Carlos looked to her, a little big concerned. “Uh… do you need to?” he asked her. “Are you okay?”

“Drake’s taking a nap for me right now, but it’s not the same as actually sleeping yourself, you know?” Mia sighed, accompanying the sound with a shake of her head. “Got too much to do, and not enough hours in even the Alshondi day to do it.”

“What’s going on?” Carlos asked her. “Is… is there anything I can do to help?” He had no idea what sort of things someone like Mia had to do – obviously important queen/mom/space stuff – but if he could help in any way he could…