She smiled wider, and tried to ignore the itch in her fingers to brush Elsa's hair into place for her. Except, no, that'd be fine, that was an ordinary thing to do. Was it? Wasn't it? She was having a hard time with working out where it was.

Sometimes not actually having the experience of growing up as a girl really makes it awkward.

Well, no. Circumstances aside, I think that's mostly dumb ol' me.

"She guesses," she said. "So, no working all the time, or all the legal documents get wet. Clear chain of events. Totally inevitable."