"The who now?"

"The Olympians. They dress up like the Greek gods and rule all Greece. They're kinda-sorta Miracle tyrants, but they're okay."

"If they're okay how are they tyrants?"

"I guess cause nobody elected them."

"But are they, like, nice?"

"Mostly, Mum doesn't mind us going and playing with their kids at least."

"Why mostly?" 

"I think she worries about them being a bad influence. Maybe she thinks they'll make us weird."

"Weird how?"

"You don't think running around pretending to be Greek gods is weird?"

"—a bit, I guess."

"Glad we agree."

The children run off and get dressed, apparently their sense of practically does at least preclude nudity on cross continental journeys. They return in some jumpsuit looking things, silently praying that Zaneta didn't refer to them as playsuits within Sadde's earshot.

If she has he has no memory of this. And he himself is wearing his flying bodysuit.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

He grabs Sadde (and the still liquid Hannah) and zips off.

Whee~

Eventually, they arrive in a field of tall grass, presumably in Greece. Before them are a large ish gathering of children in what appears to be stereotypical Ancient Greek attire. They greet Zaneta's brood, and presumably ask about their passenger, in Greek. 

"Do you speak Greek?" asks Martin.

"No."

"Hi guys! This is Sadde, he's from another Earth or something, be nice and stick to English for him."

"Hi. I'm from another Earth where people also have superpowers but they're different."

"Yeah, people with powers from his world break really easily. He's basically a baseline with powers."

"What can he do?" asks a nearly teenage boy near the front of the crowd.