"You're like a movie," says Alaior. "I wanna be a movie."

"Movie?"

"Yeah!"

"Want understand."

"Ummmmm..." She sings the alphabet.

This is useful! She sings it back.

Alaior giggles. Luta is still in the call queue. Adults are variously peering over her shoulder, finishing their dinner, or watching Odette and Illia warily.

This is reasonable.

Odette explains the alphabet song to Illia.

Illia also sings the alphabet song, then.

Alaior claps.

"Cute kid."

"Mhm."

"Want understand--Senator?" she tries.

"A senator is one of the blues who runs the country," says Alaior. "Grandma works for one and Auntie is calling him."

"Blues?"

"Yes. We are yellows," Alaior adds helpfully.

...She looks at their hair.

Nod nod nod. (Alaior's hair looks like spun gold.)

...Huh.

She picks up her braid. "Blues, yellows...?"

"You're aliens," says Alaior. "Hair doesn't be brown."

Huh.

Odette explains the relevant facts to Illia, and then, "Blues hair run the country?"

"Yeah!"

One of the adults is starting to pay slightly more attention to this conversation.

"Blues hair, yellows hair, doesn't brown hair...?"

Alaior tilts her head. "I dunno what you mean."

She turns her hair black again.