WiB (thinking): Let’s do this.
Iona: You’re the woman I fell on at the opera!
Ragnild: The who that you what when?
WiB: That’s right!
I’m also a time traveler, from far in your future! Your adult future self knows me, and thinks I’m very cool —
WiB (next loop): Dex Zikos is watching the building. I know how to talk them out of it! But it’s emotionally draining, and this is a research loop, so I’m not gonna.
You’re already thinking “maybe the way we treat servants isn’t the awesome system we say it is,” right?
Iona: It has crossed my mind, yes.
WiB: Can I tell you outright that there’s a movement to abolish the whole thing, or —
Iona: Really?
WiB: — nope, looks like you have to find that out in your own time.
Thorn (next loop): How many fingers am I holding —
WiB: It’s different with every loop, and I have got to remember to ask Dad how Past You does that.
Look, your dad thinks your legs are a way bigger hardship than I suspect you think they are. That’s gonna bite him in the–
Sven: Excuse me! Please leave the grounds, before I call security to escort you out.
WiB: Oh, c’mon, you would’ve forgotten I said it in five minutes anyway!
WiB (next loop): Should’ve brought the asset to the Sønheic Embassy, you say? What a great idea! I’m gonna get right on that, I promise.
. . . and this is what my ears look like!
Iona: A-hah! I thought so!
WiB: Heyyy, I can say that again!
Iona: What are you looking at?