"There was a history class at my school on populations before birth control. Everyone called it 'the dead babies class' and it's not popular."

"The child was his," mentions Rabka, "it just didn't help."

" - he wanted to sell his child?"

"Yep."

" - why? Did he have several others the same time -"

"No, I think I was the only slave he was fucking. He just didn't want her around."

....Amentans are so confused. 

"They must just like babies a lot less," concludes Pink I.

"Amentans seem to like babies quite a lot."

"And humans'll - vary, a lot, about all kinds of things including family size, based off what's reasonable and normal and expected."

"The other pink me wants to move in with us maybe," says Pink I to her husband.

" - sure. All of you -" gesture at new arrivals - "or just her?"

"Just me," says Pink II, "they don't much mind."

"Don't mind what, the tech level?"

"Peka was appalled that we don't filter our water so there's nothing in it except water - do you do that?"

"I think they do these days, to prevent buildup in the pipes? We're not at home, though, we're stuck with the local tech here."

"If it's the water we could probably make room for you, they do magic water stuff."

"It's not the water. ...I mean that bothers me but that's not it."

"Mmm?" says local Macalaurë, who is still clinging to Beka.

"Oh, she's freaked out by the deal with the King's consort."

"That'd be something that doesn't match, since ours is straight."

"Yeah, I guess. That's not her problem though, it's something about the keeping him prisoner except she got over it about us, he just bothers her more maybe 'cause of the short hair."

Elves look horrified.

Huh.