"Not everyone." Luka replies, distracted from Gyre's cabolini dilemma by the arrival of Six. "Just Eight, and Ten, and Five, and... well, Gyre's met Twelve, too."

He finishes off the rest of the mysterious vegetable in his hand, even going so far as to lick the remnants of its juice from his fingers.

"I'd guess so." He replies. "I don't hear her stomping around and making a fuss. How is Seven, anyway? Are there updates?"