Holmes and Watson are on their way back to Baker Street from a freshly wrapped-up case when they hear shrieking from around the corner, and naturally they charge around the corner to see what's happening. What's happening turns out to be a giant snake with a mirror for a face. They get the woman it has cornered out of the way, and Watson goes for his revolver, but before he can bring the snake down it gets its face over both of them and they're somewhere else.
Neither of them have much response to that; they just keep walking and watching whatever there is to see along the way.
When they no longer seem to be steering the conversation to their own points of interest, Miriqua summarizes the laws of the civilization spanning the nearest rounds - commonsense things like not murdering, previously mentioned things like not making people without proper procedure, and a few oddball things like not taking more food than you're actually going to eat and not misrepresenting your skills and interests.
None of that sounds like they're liable to get arrested over a misunderstanding, though they'd like to know exactly how soon you have to eat the food after you take it.
"What sort of government enforces these laws? Is it elected, or does each ruler create their own successor?"
"You don't actually have to eat it all, if you bring home a head of lettuce to make salad and only get around to half of it before it goes bad you won't be in trouble. It's even all right to take an extra sack of grain in case you get sick any time in the next centispan and don't have a chance to go get groceries then. What you can't do is take the abundance created by the civilized and responsible creation of proles and then turn it into trade goods with foreign rounds, or set yourself up as a purveyor to look productive when you're only handing out what you took in the first place," Miriqua explains. "Take food for yourself, for your houseguests, for the week or the month, just don't hoard it or sell it."
"The people made for ruling discuss the traits of the next generation of rulers whenever it's time to add to it, and then they come to a consensus on their traits and create new ones. It's not a single ruler; if that single ruler got sick we'd be in trouble, and they don't make power-hungry despots who are going to have a hard time sharing and delegating authority."
"A sort of hereditary parliament. Fascinating! If the rulers cannot reach a consensus on some question of policy, what person or procedure is the final arbiter?"
Nod nod. More walking, and looking around, and listening to Miriqua explain whatever she feels like explaining.
Eventually they reach another village on the farm round, this one slightly bigger. People are coming and going on bicycles in all directions. There is a tall building with a pulley system for a large manually operated elevator on one side; at the top, apparently weightless, several strange boatlike contraptions with large sails fanning out from their bodies are docked.
Watson gestures at the elevator and the ships. "So this is how we'll get to the other round? How curious."
"I didn't intend to compare it to any other method; as I've said, the planet where I lived until appearing here is too large for any such thing. Is there air everywhere, or are there areas of very thin or absent atmosphere between rounds?"
All useful things to know! Holmes starts deducing the occupations or lack thereof of people nearby and using them as a springboard to solicit more vocabulary.