Lintalai sorts them. And tastes a food one.

Aitim checks his phone. 

"Well. Okay."

"She got them?"

"Yes."

"I think your daughter is an alien."

"And what exactly was gained by saying that out loud," he says in Cenemi.

Lintalai frowns at Aitim.

"Well, now that we know what foods are okay and what aren't we can make sure to get you ones that are okay."

"Do I still have to eat a lot?"

" - I guess maybe we should not ask the doctor about that."

"Maybe not."

"Why?"

"If the doctors thought that there was something unusual about you they might worry."

Headtilt.

"Your food thing is unusual. In a way that might worry doctors. So maybe we should not take you to a doctor."

"Unless it starts to make you feel bad or sad. Then we would."

"I feel fine."

"If you start to feel sick or tired, it's important to tell us, okay?"

"So I can worry a doctor?"

"I can find someone who would not overreact."

"...to what?"

"You having an interesting diet."

"What did you say in that other language?"

"That some conversations were not for small ears."

She feels her ears, frowning.