"Babies just appear?????"

"Naked! In the woods!"

"What the shit?"

"I have no idea!"

"That's - that's - aaaagh!"

Hug?

"Don't wake Chalrew," she says, stepping back.

Snort. "There are robots that go out looking for them. I'm going to figure out why robots aren't mass-produced."

"Makes sense."

"Also, since it seems like the whole planet is actually preindustrial, I'm going to find someone who should have electricity explained to them, get enough money to buy up a lot of land somewhere that's a good site for a city given that trains exist and not otherwise, invent mass-production of robots, build a city with adequate sanitation, figure out who's doing the storks and how to get all the kids that way, and try to have a kingdom and the internet back before I'm thirty."

"Does this involve living in an individual house with adequate sanitation sometime before that or -"

"Yes, of course, that first."

"Okay, good." She pets Chalrew. "Poor babies.

I guess we can have as many as we want."

"They'll have to adopt, though, or risk kids with full siblings..."

"- I didn't mean - I mean, if they just appear, we can take home as many as we want."

"Oh, yes, that we can do. Too many at a time and we're not doing anything different than a creche, but one or two every spring easily."

Nod nod nod.

"If we season properly here. Alien planet, who knows."

"We probably won't. But it won't be so bad if there's always a baby or two."

Sigh.

She gently puts Chalrew down and this time he stays asleep.

Aitim picks up a children's book and starts trying to learn to read.

A child helps him.

He's appreciative. 

When they have accumulated money by earning slightly more each day than their hotel costs, they can get recommendations for longer-term housing. There's a boarding house; they can't really afford an entire house to themselves yet.