"More mouse?" she says, when she's learned to say "more". "Mouse" was one of the original nouns. "Sleep."
Emma consults her list of "words Crystal-Pyay knows". "No know," she says carefully. "Emma no mouse. Emma sleep."
"Pyay mouse, Pyay and Crystal not sleep," says Crystal-Pyay. "More mouse?"
"No know," she repeats. Hmm. Does it have to be a mouse? "No mouse, yes cat, yes horse. Crystal Pyay cat not sleep?"
There is a handy reference book of various animal species she can point to, here. They do in fact have a cat- there's one in the stables that keeps the mice out (which is apparently suboptimal, at the moment)- so if Emma can find it, maybe Crystal-Pyay can use that.
Crystal-Pyay shrugs. "Horse," she says. Apparently horses are better than cats for this purpose.
In that case, Crystal-Pyay is welcome to a tour of the stables. There are only three horses, so the tour will not take very long.
Emma had not actually gotten to time words. She is now regretting this. "Horse sleep, horse sleep, horse sleep, horse no sleep," she tries as an alternative, complete with waving-forward-because-time-moves-I-
Crystal-Pyay nods. "More mouse," she mutters. "Mouse sleep sleep sleep sleep."
"Emma and - zero?" says Crystal-Pyay, improvising with her number words. "Emma sleep? Sleep not - bad bad bad. Sleep bad."
She can see why sleep would be bad where Crystal Pyay comes from. If she can make herself be awake all the time, why wouldn't you? You'd get so much more done. Emma's rather jealous.
The image she has is of them somehow eating the concept of sleep and people never being rested. She's pretty sure that's wrong.
"No- klaonso." She giggles. "Um, Emma not know klaonso, but. Sleep, no klaonso eat Emma. Sleep good."
"Fkoooohk nook...?" She doesn't seem to expect an answer; she doesn't know how to translate this yet.
Emma stares at her blankly. Does she think Emma meant it's just her, maybe? She points at the world map from earlier. "People sleep," she says, and jabs her finger at a bunch of spots. "People sleep, no klaonso eat people. People no know klaonso. People sleep."
Crystal-Pyay taps her chin, then holds her hand about a couple feet off the ground. "Person." She holds her hand at about her eye level. "Person."
"Adult sleep?" She starts jabbing her fingers at random places on the map - not even cities, random tiny towns. "Adult sleep adult sleep adult sleep adult sleep?"
"Yes, adult sleep," she says, still bewildered. She encompasses the whole map with a hand sweep. "Adult sleep. People sleep."
"Emma and zero Emma and zero Emma and zero, people one one one one one...?"
"Um. Adult and adult, people two, bed, child...? Emma and zero."
Not that her parents haven't been trying to find her someone Well Respected from the five families, but they haven't actually succeeded yet.
Then she goes and stands slightly to the left of her original position and holds her arms up and says, "Crystal! One person." Then she steps to the right and makes a different gesture, hands by her sides and palms out. "Pyay! One person." She stands where she was standing. "Two people. Crystal. And. Pyay."