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I had a dream Bel was holding a baby

okay

Bel Thorne bursts into Miles’s house, carefully holding a small bundle in its arms, “hello I’m back! and I brought a guest! say hello to Miles, say hello to Barrayar, baby!”

baby: *waves arm*

i have to revise this dream

baby: *waves four arms*

maybe it would not actully be so good to bring the quaddie baby to Barrayar

Bel: *spitefully keeps handing baby to various Vor while talking up war stories*

Vor: *can’t actually shriek or make displeased faces because Diplomacy and also Baby*

Miles: *with too much wicked glee* “Can’t argue that they’re healthy! Ten fingers, ten more fingers…”

Bel: “They’ll be a right terror once they’re old enough for weapons–after all, they’ll be heavily armed.”

Vor: *tries very hard not to scream*

no Vor, no Barrayaran, would dare do anything to the baby of Lord Auditor Vorkosigan’s dear friend, except maybe look uncomfortable.

also the fact that Bel falls squarely into the group of people whom Miles proudly shows around the planet and every party he can, and any time someone asks how they met, Miles says blandly, “Courier duty.”