“Oh, I know that,” Katherine said, “and I certainly wasn’t complaining.”

And that, Allison realized with some surprise, was actually true. She very much doubted that it would have been for her in her guest’s place.

“It’s just that—” Katherine shrugged. “It comes as a bit of a surprise after all these centuries, I suppose. I mean, in a way it’s so… prosaic. Especially for something which has had such a profound effect on our society and family structure.”

“Um.” Allison cocked her head for a moment, then waved a hand in a tiny throwing away gesture. “From what I’ve seen of your world, you seem to have adjusted remarkably sanely on a family level.”

“Do you really think so?” Katherine asked, cocking her head to one side. There was a tiny edge to her voice, and Allison raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I do,” she said calmly. “Why?”

“Because not every off-worlder does,” Katherine said. She glanced at her husband and her sister wife for a moment, then back at Allison, almost challengingly. “Some seem to find some of our lifestyle ‘adjustments’… morally offensive.”

“If they do, that’s their problem, not yours,” Allison replied with a shrug. Inwardly, she wondered which off-worlder had been stupid enough to step on Katherine Mayhew’s toes… and to hope it hadn’t been a Manticoran. She didn’t think it would have been. For the most part, the Star Kingdom refused to tolerate intolerance, although it was less self-congratulatory about it than Beowulf, but she could call to mind one or two Sphinxians who might have been prudish enough to offend. Given the enormous disparity between male and female births, Grayson attitudes towards homosexuality and bisexuality were inevitable, and Sphinx was by far the most straitlaced of the Star Kingdom’s planets. For a horrible moment, Allison wondered if somehow Honor could have—? But no. Her daughter might have been more sexually repressed than Allison would have preferred, but she’d never been a prude or a bigot. And even if she had been, Katherine Mayhew certainly wasn’t the kind of person to bring it up to hurt Allison now that Honor was gone.

“Of course, I’m from Beowulf, and we all know what Beowulfans are like,” she went on calmly, and almost despite herself, Katherine chuckled. “On the other hand, genetic surgeons see even more different sorts of familial arrangements in the course of our practices than most family practitioners do; it goes with the sort of diagnostic research we have to do. I’ve been doing rounds at Macomb General here in Harrington, too, which gives me a pretty good opportunity to compare Manticoran and Grayson norms, and I stand by what I said. Your children are among the most secure and loved ones I’ve ever seen, and that’s comparing them to Beowulf and the Star Kingdom both. That’s what matters most, I think, and your traditional family structure—especially in light of your environment—represents an incredibly sane response to your skewed birthrates.” Katherine gazed at her for a moment, then nodded, and Allison grinned suddenly. “Now, your social responses, as I believe you yourself were just pointing out, might leave just a tad to be desired from the viewpoint of a forward, stubborn, uppity wench like myself!”