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Most of the categories were eliminated with the confirmation that she could wear it. Of course, this also meant that it might stretch beyond areas that she could comfortably say she knew, but she would have to risk that. If she didn't, she would never arrive at a conclusion.

"Can it be worn as it is, or would it require modification or additions? Is wearing it the primary function, or simply an option?"

Slowly, she pulled her hand away from his, and pressed the object between her palms.

His hands over hers seemed indicative of some sort of new rule, and Mimsy resolved that she was now only allowed to examine it as far as the confines of his contact would allow. It elevated the challenge, but did not make it impossible.

"You did?" Interesting. Which of his skills would have granted him the capability to make something that she could wear? "Is it worn in hair? Around the neck? On a hand?"

Versatility meant that they had absolutely ventured into the area lacking expertise. Most of what Mimsy knew had very specific functions, as direct as plugging the correct variables into an equation to balance it.

Taking a hint could highlight that she didn't know, but she suspected that she wouldn't know if she refused.

"One factual statement, unprompted by a question. Please."

There. Now it wasn't a hint anymore.

Fair enough, Mimsy supposed, even if her preference would have been to have greater influence over the rules of his game. There was time to work on that.

She was thankful that it was not a requirement for her to have watched the movie he referenced, because she definitely hadn't. To make up for it, she listened more critically than she typically would have, dissecting it piece by piece.

All of those questions at once held a desperate alacrity that she liked very, very much. Especially when it came from Robert.

"Removing the moon entirely would have catastrophic consequences, and...I believe that I might have recognized those, even in my quadrupedal state." She made a thoughtful sound. "Ah. Have you given me a portion of the moon?"

It never occurred to Mimsy that she could own a section of the cosmos. She knew the night sky with a memorized intimacy, but never felt as if any of it belonged to her quite like this. The sense of ownership that accompanied her extensive knowledge astronomical knowledge was simply not comparable, now that she had experienced this sensation. Pairing the physical object in her possession with her mental compilations of information...it was almost euphoric.

The meteorite was technically insignificant, so negligible that space had literally thrown it away, but it was the only piece of space that she had ever touched. It fit so easily in her hand.

It was hers.

She smiled, crooked and prideful and possessive, illuminated by the phone in her lap.

"Yes, I did. I got you." The smile widened as she laughed, obviously pleased with herself. Pleased with this. "Thank you. This is an exceptionally thoughtful gift."

Each time the phone light dimmed, she prodded another button to keep it lit, using it to examine her present more thoroughly. It was mostly in the shape of a heart, which was admittedly impressive in its own right - the fact that Robert had not reduced the entire sample to lunar dust was almost too amazing to believe.

"Oh...if the fog permanently returns, I will still be able to view a celestial object," she mused, settling into the arms wrapped around her, taking care to ensure that she could still breathe. It was an important precaution. "An incredible thought, isn't it?"

The way that Robert responded confused her again, and Mimsy allowed the light to go out on the phone in favor of trying to determine what he was thinking. Everything he said was so short, as if it were difficult, but not abrupt in the sense that something angry might be.

Had she made him sad?

He hugged her tight, and she rested her head against him in thought. It was a pity that she could not simply gain information through physical contact. That would be incredibly convenient, especially in these circumstances.

"All right," she slowly said, brow furrowing as she struggled to comprehend the context of his words and his tone together. "Is there an obstacle that is preventing you from doing so? Do you need my assistance? I am not currently familiar with the process, but I am certain that I can help resolve any complications that have arisen."

A house was another very good choice, on his part. More privacy, more secrecy, more space for projects. Less intrusions. She smiled.

He was learning so well.

The laughter confused Mimsy even further, but she no longer felt the need to determine why he was feeling what he was feeling. If she had made him laugh, and he was content enough to kiss her so affectionately, she didn't have anything to fix. He was happy because of her, and that was how it was supposed to be.

"My expertise is in more theoretical mathematics, but I will certainly confirm that the structure is mathematically sound." With a pause and a hmm, she mulled over the potential solutions that would be more beneficial. "Lucky is more skilled in engineering, which is part of what makes us such an exceptional scientific team, so I feel confident that we can achieve this project. And then...yes. We will experience the benefits of a home together. I am excited to learn what it means to be home, in addition to learning anything else that permanently living in that home - together - might entail."

As strange as it might have been, she was truly intrigued. 'Home' was a versatile and generally meaningless word to her, but it seemed to have some significance to him that she was missing. Maybe it meant having everything important in one place.

"Perhaps you could consider an addition that would allow us to view the sky, whenever possible. If you think that it is feasible, I would also like to house my hydrangea there." Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke quietly to him, a list of entirely new wants building in her mind. "I do not want anyone else to be able to enjoy it in the same way that I do."

It was hers, after all. He had given it to her, and her alone. In no way would it be fair to continue to so recklessly allow anyone else be able to enjoy it when they had not worked for it. She ran her fingers through his hair, and pressed her cheek to his.

"You know how much I enjoy what is mine," she whispered.