Locke Lamora, Miles Vorkosigan and Moist von Lipwig are all swapped. By the time they get back to their home worlds, the Dendarii are startlingly in the black, the Gentlemen Bastards have incorporated into a locally beloved and totally crooked local bank with no PR problems, and the Post Office has accidentally conquered two small Hubwards countries.
my favourite part of this is that “the Dendarii are startlingly in the black” sounds quite modest compared to the other two things
I would read this fic. All of these fics.
I got to the end of this and was just, ah, hi Miles. Was wondering when you’d chime in.