Margaret is on her way to work at the CDC, walking instead of flying today so she can drink her coffee without spilling it, when she sees the cryptid. She's a truly far-out one, no limbs to speak of, just a long snaky body with a mirror for a face. Margaret smiles at her and goes to walk on by, but the cryptid slithers right at her all of a sudden and--hits?--Margaret with the giant mirror. Except she doesn't experience getting whacked with a sheet of glass.
Apparently this is more unnerving when you haven't seen it in movies, what a surprise. "Okay." The vine disappears and she looks relieved as she puts her wings back.
They haven't done names of foods yet, so this gets a picture of various food items. Several fruits, several vegetables, bread, cheese, pasta, cake, bowl of soup. She deliberately leaves off meat; she doesn't want Bella to think she wants to eat Pokemon. It might well we taboo, and even if it isn't she'd rather not.
"Okay. Come with me." She puts her small mammal away and heads for the door; at the door she releases a unicorn which is on fire, and, unharmed by said fire, vaults aboard.
Oh wow, fire unicorn, that is so awesome. She takes to the air, low enough to follow the unicorn and be easily visible herself.
Bella looks a little nervous when she takes off, but doesn't say anything. She trots on the unicorn down the street for six blocks, turns left, and finds a restaurant.
Oh, that was a shorter trip than Margaret was expecting, given the unicorn. She lands and follows Bella in, hoping the restaurant staff won't be irreparably confused about a nonhuman-looking customer.
Bella puts the unicorn away and picks an outdoor table. There's a menu. Bella orders two things, picking for both since there aren't exactly pictures.
That will be better than random guessing, yeah. Can she get a few more vocabulary words while they wait for the food?
Sure. Now she can hear what forks and knives and glasses and plates and the tablecloth and the menu are called.
Excellent! She also listens to the people at nearby tables, picking out a word here and there and looking at what they're eating.
They are eating vegetarian food, looks like, no obvious meat about. Salads and veggie-cheese sandwiches and a frittata over there and bowls of noodle soup.
Bella has ordered what seems like a creamy potato soup and some battered-and-fried veggies and a fruit salad and a rice ball full of bean stuff for them to split; she also gets a dish of nondescript food that might be kibble, and lets out her small mammal to eat some on the floor beside her.
She was never super into meat anyway. Everything is tasty; her favorite is the fruit salad despite the unfamiliarity of the fruits. "This is good food, thank you."
Some of the fruits are totally unfamiliar, but others could be weird cultivars of ones she knows! "You're welcome!"
When they finish, she watches Bella pay to get a sense of how money works here and how much things cost.
Bella pays electronically, so no joy there. She puts away her critter. "I want to feed my others too," she says, "but they only give one bowl free here, I need to buy them food. Okay?"
"Okay. How much was our food, how much is critter food when not free . . .?"
"It was 2,000¥. Pokémon food costs less money, I can feed them all for 1,000¥ for the day."
"Okay." She notes this down separately from the vocabulary and follows Bella to, presumably, somewhere that sells Pokémon food.
Yup. Bella buys a bag of Pokémon food, takes it outside, produces a little travel bowl, and feeds her other four Pokémon in sequence. In addition to the little black one and the fire unicorn and the weird bipedal cat thing Margaret has already seen, she has a fuckoff huge bird.
Margaret jumps back a bit when the bird comes out, then stares at it with a mix of scientific curiosity and unsophisticated "woah that's big".
"That's a very large Pokémon! Can you go places on it?"
"Yes it is. I think maybe we should fly to my mother's house. I was traveling -" she gestures helpfully; she's not sure if Margaret has "traveling" - "but while I'm teaching you it may be easier to be in a house."
Awww, that's super nice of her. Margaret has some thoughts on paying her back but hasn't had a chance to act on them yet. "Okay. Going to your mother's house sounds nice, thank you."