"In... What, a cave?" he wonders. "Or a city on the mountain?"
"Nice many caves," she explains. "Nice cool caves. Singing!" She assesses the availability of backless chairs.
"Singing. Interesting. Sorry, I don't sing very well."
"I admittedly don't try! But I don't think it would be nice to listen while I did try."
"Ummm," hums Pen, and then she tilts her head back and smiles and sings. She does not sing in English. She does not trip over the grammar of the lyrics. She does not miss timings or notes. And her voice is literally angelic.
Veron sits down in a chair and he listens. He doesn't interrupt. He sits and he listens and he wonders how the hell a little girl can sing that well.
The song is six minutes long. She draws out the last note, then closes her mouth, wings fluttering.
"No kidding, you can sing," he says, delighted.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize the significance, you're the first angel I've met."
He's moved past 'play pretend with the weird winged girl' and 'actually believe the weird winged girl,' he doesn't know where he did it, but it is done.
"Um, is angels and mortals, mortals meaning human. More mortals. There a space ship, people think it a god, not though. But do things when singing it. There didn't once was magic, but ones Mommy sharing, so now Mommy has, share more a little. Is - most worlds past of it? But, planet Samaria not the spaceship, not many of technology. Because stupid settlers. Mommy not like stupid settlers."
"Is - sky boat! Mommy captain it. And not going sky enough to look, so only singing getting things settlers said was god things."
"... Sky boat. Okay, cool, I might be tempted to worship that, too, it sounds useful. And it does things when people sing, what sorts of things does it do?"