"I'll do that anywhere, won't I?"

"Most other places people wouldn't mind so much."

"Hm. I don't have the things I'd need to change how I look and it would be hard to get rid of my accent."

"When you have money, you could get someone else to go."

"That's true."

"How would you store the lightning, though?"

"...with... chemistry? I'm still trying to match up all the chemistry I know to stuff here, laypeople can't tell apart different metals and substances very easily and your units of measurement don't match and Page can't use my muscle feedback as an accurate enough scale."

"I was thinking of a sort of... cage."

"Oh! No, it's not like that. You can use something like a cage to do something with electricity but not store it."

"Like- guide it? Because lightning likes metal."

"I mean, sure, but the cage structure doesn't help with that, you can just use wire. The cage is for blocking it out."

"How?"

"Uh, I could explain it, I guess, but why is it important?"

"It's not, particularly. I'm just curious."

"I know a lot of things, we'd be here all day if I explained everything and we wouldn't have gotten to one percent of it."

"Oh. Maybe later, then?"

"Maybe. Or once I'm done making a Sing you can get a -" she taps her head - "guide and it'll tell you."

"I would like that."

"Going as fast as I can."

"I should get back. I'll let you prepare for the festival."

"See you around."

Eliko departs.

The festival is in two days. There is a rash of advertisements for formalwear.

Gosh, does she need to dress up? Okay, she'll dress up. She can't afford tailored clothes but she can get fabric and sew.

The fashion for women is brightly patterned dresses with dark belts wrapped tight around high waistlines.

She doesn't want to downplay her interesting exoticness, but she can do those things with some creative additions - borders in different fabric strike her fancy.