Cressy makes a face, but she gets up and heads off down the hallway.  "If it's important enough you're interrupting Gran over it-"

"I'm not, I'm just gonna- make sure she knows we're here."

    "That's still interrupting!" she calls back from halfway down the hall.  Peg chuckles and leads the triplets partway along the same hall and then around a corner.

The triplets follow. Felix translates what just happened.

Peg pauses in the doorway to a large room, mainly occupied by a large table built around two support columns.  Seated at the table is a woman in late middle age, conversing in the same guttural language Peg uses to swear with, apparently, the far wall.

"...since last month?"  She turns to look at them- she has startling ice-blue eyes- and nods sharply.  "Mm.  Yes, I think so."  There's a distinct air of finality to it.  "Peg, who is this?"

"Blood and breath, Gran, I don't even know?"  Peg responds in the same language, ducking her head to one side as she steps a little way into the room.  "They fell into one of my tanks- literally fell- so I thought at first they were changelings but they talk almost like mages-"

"...aaaaaand they've got a translation bracelet so Felix here understands everything I just said."  She closes her eyes and switches back to her first language.  "Well.  Uh.  Grandmother, I'd like you to meet Felix, Fernando, and Thomas:  they say they're from another universe and I think I believe them."

"It's an honor to meet you. We could display some of our powers if that would help our claim."

"Ama Tarlin.  Welcome to Eridani.  If you have no problem being observed, that would indeed help.  What sort of a demonstration did you have in mind?"

(Peg has evidently decided that walls don't have to be embarrassed and therefore becoming one is her new life goal.)

"I am Felix Vaesteri and these are my brothers Thomas and Fernando. Our kind of magic - the word we use is sorcery - is divided between gifts and rituals. I could show you my gifts, like the super-speed. Or I could show you a basic ritual to do yourself. I could also lend you our translation bracelet."

"I borrowed it, earlier," Peg pipes up. 

The older woman scrutinizes her for a moment, then nods.  "If you're comfortable lending it out, that seems the most straightforward, although you may want a longer-term solution at some point.  Am I to understand none of you speak Standard at all?"

Head shake. "No we don't speak standard. But we have a translation ritual that can be cast daily."

"Ah, that's much more convenient than it could have been.  What is your magic powered by, are you likely to run into difficulties?"  She raises an eyebrow at Peg, who starts getting mugs down from a shelf.  "And are you hungry in the more literal sense?"

"Our magic is fueled by lifeforce, which is divided in five aspects with different strengths: breath, stamina, wakefulness, health and youth. And the ritual part might run into lack of material components." He turns and asks their brothers if they are hungry and gets answers. "We don't want to impose if it is too much trouble."

She frowns at the mention of lifeforce, but doesn't press the issue.  "Well, I'd recommend getting a hot drink into you at least, before you catch a chill."

     "I sent Cressy to borrow some of her dad's things while theirs dry?"

"Good.  On that note, how did you come to be in my granddaughter's fish farm?"

"We've been sent to explore some newly unearthed ancient ruins and stumbled upon a weird portal that sucked us into this world."

"Hm.  Are you-  Cressy, just come in, don't hover."  There's a sigh from the hallway and Cressy brings in a wire basket of clothes.  "Thank you, dear.  You boys can get changed in the workroom across the hall, and you may as well hang your wet things on the railing out back, no one will steal them."

Felix smiles broadly. "You're too kind." He explains this to his siblings.

And they all head to the workroom to change outfits.

The workroom is a bit of a squeeze for three but they can manage.  It's occupied by an assortment of tubs and crates, most of them closed but some fastened to the wall to form makeshift shelving, a table currently hinged up against the opposite wall to free up space, and a fan-and-filter contraption emitting a very strong smell of meat. 

If Felix is closest to the door or in the hallway, he can hear Peg explaining what they've discussed so far and editorializing on why she was pretty sure they're not mages.

It is a bold claim and they should prove themselves soon enough.

Cressy's father is evidently a bit shorter and broader in the beam than the triplets, but the clothes are warm and dry and cover the important bits.  When they return to the kitchen, the kettle is just coming to the boil and Cressy has vanished again.

"So,"  says Peg's gran, "I'm given to understand that you can't return to your home universe on your own, but you expect someone there to figure out how to retrieve you relatively soon; that the capability to do your type of magic is spreading but it's extremely unlikely anyone will figure out they have access to it on their own; and that while you're here you're interested in helping stabilize the Under, improving conditions for orphans and runaways, and possibly shutting down synth production and/or getting them legal rights.  Have I misinterpreted anything, or left out anything important?"

"I mean, the various helpful things would be long term projects, hopefully with the help of entities from our home universe. And there might be things we can do on our own. But overall, yes."

She nods.  "If you plan to stay or go back and forth after you regain contact, the pack can help you with the first and to some extent the second; I'm afraid anything large-scale enough to make much of a difference to synths in full generality is beyond our capabilities."

Peg sets a couple of steaming mugs on the table and goes back to fill another batch.  "Algae or glowrat?  Or you can leave it just hot water, I guess?"

Felix is about to reply with a "thank you" and then... "Wait... what do you mean with pack?"

"...Peg."

     "There... wasn't a good time?"

"Peg, we've discussed this."

     "Yes, Grandmother."  She carefully wrangles another three mugs and two metal tins over to the table and sits down.  "Uh- can I use the bracelet again?"

Felix offers it to her.

She slides it on.  "Right, so."  She glances at her gran and gets a raised eyebrow that doesn't need a translation charm to say 'you got yourself into this, you can get yourself out.' 

"What I should've told you earlier is I'm a werewolf.  ...do you have those, is that translating or should I explain?"