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Rabastan's still feeling the effects of the past weekend's supermoon, which is why he's attacking his knitting with an unusual amount of force tonight.

It's that or run about the woods as an animal all night long.

[Minimal is minimal - it's all I've got tonight.]

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"If you keep that up, whatever you're making will fall apart before too long," Mia observes.

"I. What?" Blink. "Oh."

Pause. He looks up at her (eyes still a bit gold from the weekend).

"Hello Mia."

"Hello Uncle. Worse for wear this time around?"

Is it that obvious?

"Especially so, as I was given an extra day this time."

"Have you been staying in Milliways?"

She hasn't been watching the sky as she should. In part because sleep is tough to get when you have a baby kicking at your insides and your body decides it needs to have some Braxton Hicks contractions.

He nods, but clarifies, "I had every intention of leaving the night before, but... I remember two people and a lot of wild magic that night before the full moon."

He hopes Mia can gather what happened that evening.

"You are all right, though? For a given value of all right, of course. And the two people?"

"I am well. I must've managed to get outside in time as I remember waking up in the forest."

Pause.

"I don't know what became of them. I take it security took care of them, and their wild magics."

"What is this wild magic? Is it anything like at home?"

"Didn't feel like it. I don't remember Lunar's wild magics causing me to go wolfy before I'm supposed to."

"I hope it's nothing like whatever brought the end and resetting of the bar. I still haven't seen some people since then."

She's gotten word that they're all right but that doesn't mean much in a place where people come in from any time.

"Oh, goodness, it was nothing like that! Certainly chaotic but not on a scale we've recently seen."

"Good. The less there is to worry about here, the better. Especially since I keep finding doors to this place without meaning to."

"That's not bad, is it?"

"Not really but I'm not terribly used to it. Usually it likes to just stay behind the closet door in the hallway of my apartment."

"Where it can surprise you when you only intended to grab something."

That's Milliways in a nutshell.

"Pretty much," she says with a small smile. "Though with it appearing there so often, it's not so much a closet anymore as it is the door."

"Predictable enough to be avoided if necessary."

"Especially at a time like this."

Her arms rest on her belly.

"It really won't be long at this point. Probably five or six weeks away at most."

"Oh, Mia; I hope you're getting as much rest as you can during your last few weeks."

"I'm trying. He or she here likes being active, though."

"Can't wait to join the big wide world outside mom."

Pause.

"Will Cepheus need a minder while you deliver the baby?"

"Yes. He'll probably want to play with Rachel, too, though, and I imagine she'll be staying with Master Mel. Perhaps you two could watch the children together?"

"Between us I'm sure we'll be able to keep the two entertained."

"Those two are pretty good at keeping themselves entertained, too," Mia says. "Remember, they came up with that tummy listening game."

"How can I forget? Cepheus takes any chance he can to listen to mine."

Likely there is blushing.

She laughs a little.

And partly winces because that sends baby feet into her ribs ow ow ow.

"This little one's not so little," she mutters.

"Are you okay? You looked really pained."

"The baby may be running out of room but that doesn't stop him or her from stretching. Right into my ribs."

She rubs at the spot near the top of her belly.

"It's only going to get worse before it gets better. Don't worry; I'd let you know if I thought it was something serious."

"I should get you a pillow or some ice."

It doesn't sound like he'd be easily persuaded not to.

"It'd probably be best for me to put my feet up," she says.

An ottoman is brought up for Mia to place her feet on, but only after a pillow is added for extra cushioning.

"There. That should help."

"Thank you."

She carefully moves her feet up to rest on the ottoman. Her ankles are swollen.

"I'll probably spend some time getting around on the carpet soon."

"Quite the marvelous thing, carpets. I never understood why they were ever banned at home."

"As I understand it, they're more conspicuous than brooms. At least in England."

She shrugs. Seems like if someone can cloak a broom, they can cloak a carpet just as easily.

"Maybe they're not as easy to make as brooms. The Blue Star seems to be better at broom production than the ones on Lunar while Lunar excels at carpets."

Also if you fly one high enough, it'd just look like a dot, and only the nutters would think it was something remarkable, like a UFO.

"They don't look any different than normal rugs. Not to me anyways."

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