"Ooh." In that case she will be quite unrestrained about picking books. She reads the titles of all of them and the first pages of the ones with interesting titles.

There are so many books! There is a blues section and more of the books in it have interesting titles and first pages.

That is convenient, although she also gets some for greens and oranges and yellows and purples. And on consideration one book about a grey dancing mouse.

What a good daughter they have. They pay for her books.

Yay books.

She can pick a few for them to take home on the train and the rest will be shipped to them.

She picks All About The Moons and A History of Wheels and Baby Princess Visits Tiny Prince and Our Neighbor Tapa, and Colors and Shapes which is in Tapap.

"Most blue schools teach Tapap, maybe we should try to find you one that does something else instead."

"Yeah, I already know it so that would be pretty silly."

"It would. I will look which schools around here teach what."

"I wonder how I know Tapap and Anitami."

"It's a little bit mysterious."

"Yeah. Especially with my alien accent."

"If you tell people that you are an alien they will probably worry or be confused."

"Yeah, the grandparents were confused."

"They were."

"Why?"

"As far as we know, of the thirteen billion people in the world none are aliens. So if you meet an alien, either a one in a billion coincidence happened or they are confused and not really an alien."

"But the one grandparent said so because of my accent and the cookies."

"My father is a very opinionated person and gives arguments like that less weight than perhaps he should."

"Huh?"

"Most people, if they were pretty sure that a language was not Amentan, would conclude 'maybe I am wrong' or 'huh I have no idea what's going on'. My father instead said "she's an alien!"."

"...so am I not?"

"Let's discuss this when we get home."

"Why?"