Family
"Hey, Princess!" his voice cracks down the phone. "I heard Sven's dating Tearju."
"Correct."
"Isn't it weird? I mean, she's like your mom, or something." he says, dodging words like 'clone' and 'original' with his trademark blend of sensitivity and carelessness.
It is strange. But it's fulfilling, because at least one of her got him.
"I guess he's busy, huh...Want some company?"
"You just want to raid the fridge." she accuses.
"You didn't say no." he laughs, and puts the phone down.
She smiles. There are far worse people to share dinner with.