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It's been a really kriffing long day. One of those really fun ones where Rial is shuttled from meeting to conference to meeting with barely five minutes in between/. He thinks he shouldn't be surprised, what with everything that's been going on lately - one of the largest manufacturers of air-and-ground-craft announcing a completely unexpected bankruptcy due to lengthy embezzlement by one of their top people, an strike by public transit workers, the continuing concern over the length of time it's taking them to be able to establish a working Planetary Defense Strategy...the list goes on.

And on.

So when the chrono hits 1900 hours he finally makes it back to the apartment, passing by his parents and scooping up a sleepy Ianna first. He doesn't even bother to shower (although to be honest, he needs it), just flops down on the sofa, Ianna on his chest, and gives her a long look.

She looks back, just as solemnly.

His comm beeps, he picks it up. "Pernon. Yes. Uh-huh. No, I think Baron Chastall has the proposal, can you get in contact with him?"

He pulls a face. Ianna giggles.

"Yes. I'm sure. Well I can - mmhmm, tomorrow at 0900. Okay. Yes. Right. Yes. Thank you."

He pulls another face, this one decidedly worse. Ianna burbles in response.

"Yes. Yes. Excuse me." He ends the communication, hefts the comm for a moment, and hurls it at the door.

Which was. Um. Closed a moment ago, he's sure.

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Plourr makes a disgusted (disgusting) noise. "What have you been reading?" she complains as she rolls onto her back beside him.

Rial stretches, sliding onto his side so he can watch her face, a rather smug grin on his own.

"'s called 'Stars That Will Shine In Her Eyes'. I caught Tevrahn reading it the other day and wanted to see what it was all about."

He makes a face.

"Heaving bosoms, apparently."

"Ugh, Tevrahn." Plourr rolls his eyes. "I hope you confiscated his copy. He's too young for that shavit."

Tevrahn is at least 20 standard years older than her.

And at least ten standard years older than Rial.

"Of course I did." He neglects to mention that it's now in the bathroom cabinet. "Do bosoms heave, do you think? That doesn't sound that pleasant."

"It doesn't," Plourr agrees, and after a moment's consideration, she turns onto her side.

"Care to test the story's scientific validity?"

Her expression is filthy.

...oh, Plourr.

It's been a long time since Rial was a blushing boy who could barely look at his princess with a wet shirt on, but there's still the faintest hint of a blush. Still, he lets his gaze sweep down her body, and his smile grows.

"I think we owe it to the planet," he mutters, leaning forwards and brushing a kiss to her lips. "The people need to know if things are...accurate."

"Oh," says Plourr, leaning in, "well. If it's for the good of the planet..."

As first tries for a second baby go, it's a pretty solid effort.