update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/005.md

@@ -6,11 +6,11 @@ It was not at all surprising that dinner at home was far less stressful than the
 
 This was confirmed when they returned home and the instance of Dear which had accompanied em to the dinner sagged, exhausted, and then quit. The instance of Dear which had remained behind, when confronted with the onslaught of memories, sighed and simply shook its head. None of the triad seemed at all interested in discussing the dinner.
 
-It was Dear's partner who had suggested the smaller party for the next night. While they hadn't explicitly mentioned that it would be a counter to the other party, it was certainly implied. Something to cleanse their palates, as well as to give further time for Codrin, Tycho, and Sarah to interact before they were to go on their journey. All three --- four, including Dear --- had immediately agreed.
+It was eir other partner who had suggested the smaller party for the next night. While they hadn't explicitly mentioned that it would be a counter to the other party, it was certainly implied. Something to cleanse their palates, as well as to give further time for Codrin, Tycho, and Sarah to interact before they were to go on their journey. All three --- four, including Dear --- had immediately agreed.
 
 So it was that they sat around the table, there in the modern house on the prairie, sharing coffee and desserts and pleasant, easy conversation.
 
-"So," Sarah said, leaning back in her chair. "I was thinking about the fact that we seem to have wound up with jobs. Like, honest-to-goodness go-to-work-for-the-day jobs. What did you do before this? You all know that I was a psychologist before I uploaded. I still am, I guess. Dear, you did theatre, right?"
+"So," Sarah said, leaning back in her chair. "I was thinking about the fact that we seem to have wound up with jobs. Honest-to-goodness go-to-work-for-the-day jobs. What did you do before this? You all know that I was a psychologist before I uploaded. I still am, I guess. Dear, you did theatre, right?"
 
 The fox nodded. *"Michelle was a high-school theatre teacher. I suppose you can see why it is that we are so dramatic."*
 
@@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ Still laughing, Tycho said, "It's probably no surprise that I was an astronomer
 
 "How'd that even work?" Sarah asked. "When I was there, we could barely see any stars."
 
-"All space-based stuff. Besides, radio telescopes don't need quite so dark of skies. Amateur astronomers were the hardest hit. They often had to drive way the hell up into the mountains, and even then, wait for winter when logging season was over. I taught, too, and a few classes were out there. I volunteered at a dark-sky site."
+"All space-based stuff. Besides, radio telescopes don't need quite so dark of skies. Amateur astronomers were the hardest hit. They had to drive way the hell up into the mountains, and even then, wait for winter when logging season was over. I taught, too, and a few classes were out there. I volunteered at a dark-sky site."
 
 "That makes your sim make a lot more sense."
 
@@ -108,7 +108,7 @@ There were a few blips of other foxes behind Dear, startling Tycho.
 
 *"Apologies, Tycho,"* it said, grinning widely, tail whipping about behind it. *"I may not be joining directly in the endeavor, but I am intensely curious to hear about this."*
 
-"Well, alright. I hate to disappoint, but it sounds like the only times they fork are in an emergency or during a contact like this. They have to petition some sort of central leadership called, of all things, the Council of Eight to create any long-running forks."
+"Well, alright. I hate to disappoint, but it sounds like the only times they fork are in an emergency or during a contact like this --- 'convergence', they call it. They have to petition some sort of central leadership called, of all things, the Council of Eight to create any long-running forks."
 
 The fox flinched back as though slapped, its ears laid flat and its brow furrowed.