"Do you want to go out and see the city?"

"Okay."

Aitim and Kan and Lintalai live on a quiet street with shady trees that meet overhead. The houses have pretty gardens and hedges; at the end of the street there is a moving staircase descending underground. 

She remembers that from taking the train to get here. "I did not know what a train was before I came on this one to go to your house," she mentions.

"Did you like the train?"

"No."

"Oh? What didn't you like about it?" They keep walking past the train station. 

"It was crowded and the lights were weird colors."

The next neighborhood over doesn't have gardens. The streets are still lined with trees and behind the trees are pretty, plant-draped stone walk-ups. "Everything must have been very confusing."

"Yes."

"Is it less confusing now?"

"A bit."

They pass another train station. The buildings get taller.

Lintalai picks a flower off a tree they pass and eats one of its petals.

" - sweetheart, that isn't edible."

"...you tried to feed me bacon. This is fine."

" - bacon does not make people sick, and eating flowers might make people sick."

"Bacon is not food." But she relinquishes the flower.

"What do you mean 'bacon is not food'?"

"...there are things I could eat, and bacon is not one of them."

"Why do you think that?"

"I looked at it."

"People can't tell whether something is healthy for them by looking at it."

...Lintalai looks like she is trying to think of a nice way to tell him that he is really dumb.

"No people have ever been able to do that."