Dear Diary,

We all know the old curse, 'may you live in interesting times'. I think I'm finally getting how much of a blessing boredom is.

I mean, not 'omigod there's nothing to do' boredom, but 'I do the same thing every day and that's a good thing' boredom. I guess its all about whether the things you're doing are things you enjoy doing.

Saffron'll smack the shit out of me if she hears me refer to her as a thing, though.

Same dream again last night. Chilling, staring at the stars, wondering if mom knows where I even am. Psychedelic tadpoles seemed a little subdued. Same as it ever was, false dawn showed above the horizon, and I woke up.

Woke up kind of suddenly, too, with someone slapping my boobs like a broken vending machine again. Without opening my eyes, I waved my hand and whispered, "these are not the boobs you're looking for."

No joy. Sloppy Isnomi noms on my nipple forced my eyes open. I tried just rolling to dislodge her, but the little menace clung like a limpet, aided by the apron all clumped into my cleavage, so once I'd gotten myself more or less upright I pried her off and lifted her away from me until I could look her in the eyes. "No matter how much you smack them, there is no milk in my tits. Boobs are not a vending machine. They will not give you tasty treats if you manhandle them."

An arm snaked around me from behind, slipping between my stomach and the tangled apron. "Nmm. 's other bits."

"Saffron!" I twisted my head around to look at where she'd pillowed her head against my ass. No clue why; unlike hers mine has remained stubbornly rock-like.

She cracked one eye just a slit, "s' scandalized?"

I grinned down at her, "Nah. You're just stealing my lines is all."

"Mm. Ah. No. You must be rubbing off on me." Finally waking up, her one open eye went from a tiny slit to an amused squint, "then again, we do rub a lot."

"Oh, hush, you. I'm trying to educate our daughter on culinary etiquette."

Saffron shook her head, blinking as she pushed herself upright beside me. "Oh, this I simply must see." Once she sat primly next to me, she cocked her head and looked at me expectantly. "Do go on."

I looked back at Isnomi, who'd spent our conversation trying in vain to wriggle free from my grip and return to her efforts to wrangle breakfast from dairy-free boobs. I lifted her to stand on my thighs, then left one hand holding her while the other pointed at my tit. "No milk." I poked at Saffron's boob, ignoring her squawk of protest to say, "Milk." I took Insomi's hand in mine and put it against my left tit. "No milk." I moved it to my right tit. "No milk." I lifted her and guided her hand to Saffron's right breast. "Milk." Then I plonked her face first into Saffron's left boob. "Milk!"

She made happy suckling noises despite Saffron's sour look. I slipped around behind her, straddling her from behind so I could rub her shoulders and neck. She bent forward, and I worked my hands up and down her back while both she and Isnomi made appreciative noises. By the time Marie arrived, both mom and baby had melted into a happy little puddle. Once she closed the door behind her, she stalked over to the three of us, got behind me much as I'd got behind Saffron, her skirts bunched up against my ass as she did unto me as I'd done unto my Kitten.

Took us longer than normal to get our asses in gear, what with all the puddling, but we managed to arrive more or less on time for breakfast. Isnomi joined us, crawling around the table to steal food off of everyone's trays. When I pointed her at the trays full of unclaimed food in the middle of the table, she gave me a look as if to say, 'you can't fool me, I want the good stuff, not the stuff people didn't take'. Since nobody seemed to mind, Bill even feeding her bits she didn't steal, I shrugged and let it go, focusing on depopulating as many trays of spicy eggs as I could. Three months in and still my favorite thing to eat.

I mean, from the Dining Hall, at least.

At the end of breakfast Marie scooped Isnomi onto her cart and trundled off, leaving Saffron and I nothing to do but wander up to Intermediate Heroics. Lachlan was waiting for us when we got there, our three desks already pushed together, rings all laid out for welding. I noticed the three bowls stacked up to the side and got a little irked, but decide to try something different than my normal 'kick them in the crotch until they fall in line' method. I murmured, "roll with it," into Saffron's hair, then sashayed up to Lachlan with Saffron in tow. "Lachlan," I pouted, "you said you'd show us Create Water."

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He puffed up a little, but I'd already seen his gaze flicker down to my swaying hips. "I need to get my Mineral Bond project done."

"Oh, I know that's what's really important, but couldn't you do Create Water just once? For us? Please?" I lay my hand on his shoulder, just now realizing how tall the fucker was; sitting at one of the desks his shoulder still had to be mid-tit height on me.

As I moved to the side, my other hand finding his shoulder as well, Saffron followed me in, showing us both how much different sashaying hit when the sashayer had the proper curvature to support it. "Please, Lachlan? I'd like to see you do it, just once, really slowly? Just the one time? Please?" She lay her hand atop his, staring up at him through her lashes.

He scrabbled at the bowls, grabbing one of them as he said, "I suppose we can afford the time and Mana to do at least the one demonstration."

He wound up doing three, filling a bowl each time while Saffron and I watched. I mean, mostly she watched and I 'watched', leaning over Lachlan's shoulder, making sure to push my boobs against his back hard enough he could feel them through both our jackets.

We really need to thank Doctor DeLeon later.

Why?

He may need a new pointer stick. He nearly bit through his trying not to laugh.

After that today was more of the same from last week, although to his credit Lachlan managed to get the entirety of the center disc welded in place before passing out the first time. When he woke up, I asked him if he could give us tips on boosting our Mana after we'd got his project done, and he agreed.

When we finally made it back to our room, we found Marie waiting with her tub atop her cart. As we approached, she put one long finger over her lips, and Saffron and I pretended not to hear the faint giggles echoing from inside the tub. When we got within a few yards, Saffron called out in mock distress, "oh, no! Marie! Where's Isnomi?"

Marie made an exaggerated shrug, and I said, "did you forget her in the kitchen?"

Marie growled out, "No?" More giggles.

Saffron asked, "Did Jon steal her away to the forge?"

Marie gave us a toothy grin and shook her head. "No." Muffled squealing.

"Oh, no! Wherever can she have gone?" Saffron rocked back and forth, her hands on the sides of her head.

"Will we ever see her again? Where can she be?" I put the back of my arm over my face and leaned against the wall.

The menace chose that moment to pop out of the tub, for a value of 'pop out of the tub' that put her eyes just above the rim, throwing her arms in the air and shrieking, "DAHDA!"

We all pounced on her, trading off Isnomi tickling duties until we'd all got inside the room and she giggled until she started hiccupping. When Marie set the tub down, the crotch goblin grabbed at her head and shouted, "NA!", rolling off the bed and making a bee line for the desk, where she smacked at the chamber pot until I picked it and her up and repeated yesterday morning's procedure.

When she'd finished, I said. "Very good! That's two days in a row! Five more to go!"

Saffron looked at Marie and asked, "has she dirtied any diapers over the past two days with you, Marie?"

Marie looked thoughtful, but shook her head. She pointed for me to get in the tub, and I went to hand Isnomi off to Saffron, but the little gremlin threw a fit, waving her chubby baby arms at the tub and shouting, "Ba! Ba! Ah Na Ma Ba!"

Both of the others looked dubious, but I shrugged and said, "you go first, dear, take her in with you." Saffron shrugged, undressed, and got in the tub. It took some convincing to get Isnomi to let her mom share her bath, but eventually she got the idea that she wasn't getting in the tub with water in it on her own. She stayed in when Saffron got out, and I got in and played with her while Marie dried and combed Saffron, then we repeated the process, although before I stood for Marie to rinse and dry me off I stood Isnomi up on my knees. Marie scooped her up in a towel, bundling her until only her eyes showed out of a big ball o' towel. I couldn't let that opportunity slide. I waved Marie over to me, and she held towel-ball Isnomi so she could see me, and I looked up at her and beseeched, "oh Isnomi of the towel, what is your wisdom?"

In reply I got a muffled, "ba! Ma, ba!"

After that Marie delivered Isnomi to Saffron, then toweled me down. When she finished with my hair, I felt some kind of way, so I turned to her and said, "when's the last time you had a bath, Marie?"

She gave me a weird, not thrilled look and said, "Aquarium."

Saffron chimed in with, "that's really not a bath. Twice a week seemed excessive at first, but now I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Marie shrugged, shook her head just a touch, and said, "Fur."

"Huh. Point." My brain threw up another idea, and I said, "Marie, would you please do something for me?"

She just raised an eyebrow.

"Take off your uniform and sit there," I pointed to the edge of the bed, "facing away from the bed, please?"

She shrugged, stripped, and sat where I'd asked her to. I stole her brush, plonked myself down behind her, and went to work on her, starting with her hair and working my way down her back. By the time I'd got done with her hair, her rumbling purr filled the room, and she'd pushed back against my knees. When I finished with the brush, I went to work with my fingers, starting from the top of her head and working my way down. Right about when my hands reached her shoulders, Saffron's fingers started in on my scalp. By the time I got to Marie's lower back, I swear I was purring as loud as she was. At that point Saffron, her words laced with laughter, said, "I think I'm getting the worst end of this deal."

That's when I heard the little baby pats coming from behind Saffron. "Yeah, but you've got the cutest masseuse."