[ She could show him over the link. She could. But then that would mean she couldn't set her food aside for a moment and lean closer as she holds her communicator between them. No, instead she'll start image searching for "cowboys." ]
Dear Mr. Naismith. We have disobeyed you, but are not very sorry because we have Mark in the car now. I did check and he is not concussed or drugged or hurt, and wants you to know that it was Mr. I'll Lawn. Also Miles is here with us by the way. His legs aren't broken and he's not kidnapped, in case you were worried. We will be home soon. Love, Winry.
Lord Vorkosigan, I did want to inform you that I intended to keep my word as far as speaking on your behalf to my housemate, Six, but unfortunately he has-
-Gone. For quite some time. His mount and armor has vanished as well, and as best we can tell, he has returned home.
[ It takes her a moment to figure out how to address this. He's never really introduced himself as 'Lord Vorkosigan', and it sounded like 'Admiral' was more a slightly past thing rather than a current one. And he doesn't know that she knows he's Mark's dad, probably, so that would just be weird . . . unless Mark talked to him? But Mark didn't really want anyone to know they were talking, at first . . .
Finally, she settles simply on: ]
Mr Barista Is it all right if people order flavoured drinks just with steamed milk instead of with coffee?
[He's had a wide variety of names here. From the initial confusion over who he was, to titles he hadn't earned yet. To the pleasing "Mr. Naismith."
Mr. Barista was so new and so out of his associations with himself that for a long moment he would have been sure it was missent, even though such a thing was not only not possible, but unlikely, given that... well. It WAS his profession now. (What a thought.)
... The reply comes at length. Absurdly at length, as he works through the damned tiny keyboard.]
[And then, several hours after Simon left the Vorkosigan residence to meet with Chilton, there's something over the mental link: a powerful, staticky burst of panicked terror coming from Simon's half of the link. ]
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