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[fiery_ring]

The school hall is crowded with parents. Carlotta approaches the back door to it and turns back to Teja and Demeter.

"Remember, you're my aunt and uncle Fernandez from Spain, on my mother's side so not really communicating with my grandmother and father, who are also here. Have you chosen first names?"

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[ostro_goth]

"He is a good man, at heart," Teja says, "and you can trust the choices he makes for you; but your grandmother seems afraid of unseemly connection much more than he is; she seems to thin about propriety more than about people. Do you know who her parents were?"

[fiery_ring]

"I'm not sure." Carlotta says to Teja. "But I know they were borderline aristocracy."

Looking at them both. "Is it okay if I take you back, I have to go to bed?"

[wheatencrown]

"Of course, you must be tired."

Then she pulls from her sleeves a small package,

"Here, a loaf of cinnamon bread to share among your cast."

[ostro_goth]

"And I need a potion; my brains are getting cold," Teja says, rubbing the short hair at the nape of his neck. "It was good to see you in your world, Carlotta, and to put faces to all the names you mention."

[fiery_ring]

"Thanks awfully." She hugs them both. "The door is this way."

She takes them both to the wood shed, where the door to the bar awaits.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter gives her one last hug before walking back through the door.