"It wasn't her fault, it was my fault. She said we were supposed to sleep but I really wanted to learn English. I apologize."

"Really did not expect that to happen that fast, but like, OK."

He looks confused. 

Are you also about to pass out? Should I be telling you to go to sleep immediately?

I'm not tired.

But I should've known Zana was.

Punishments where I'm not allowed to go anywhere or have to write lots of pages or have to do all of the washing alone work at making me sad about misbehaving. Getting lectures or having to do a proper formal apology or having to listen to grandfather don't make me sad about misbehaving because I like those things. 

I don't wanna make you sad, Maitimo, I just don't want you to think you're fine and then lose all of your cope at once because you haven't had a good night's rest in four days.

I don't think that has ever happened to me but I don't recall very much from when I was a baby and I don't recall anything from before I was born.

It happens to all of the babies and little kids I've met, who are basically uniformly terrible at determining whether they should go to sleep. But since you're an alien or whatever I guess I don't actually know what kind of schedule your home planet is on.

It doesn't get dark. There're golden hours from Laurelin and silver hours from Telperion and white when they're both together but it doesn't get dark. People who really like stargazing go to live in faraway places where it's dark enough for stars. 

I have no idea what any of that means so I'm gonna forget about it for now and make you a pop tart.

"Can you say that out loud so I can learn more words?"

"I have no idea what any of that means, so I'm gonna forget about it and make you a pop tart."

It's really deeply, cosmically unfair that this is the time in her life when she gets dropped into a Ray Bradbury novel. She's pretty sure most previous versions of her would have been way better at dealing with living in a Ray Bradbury novel.

She leaves the bathroom, puts a strawberry pop tart in the toaster, and eats some yogurt from the fridge, because yogurt is about the only thing she has the energy to deal with right now.

He goes back into the room with the stars and looks at the stars some more.

(Stupid atrocities couldn't find someone with more free time to land on. She's so tired.)

She puts Zana's toys in a bin and returns the books to the shelves without organizing them at all and spends three minutes vacuuming the living room carpet. She brings Maitimo his pop tart. Pop tarts are supposed to be good for when everything in your life is on fire.

"Thank you," he says, and eats the pop tart without having a panic attack or anything.

Honestly the best she was hoping for.

"OK. I have to go to work again today. It's summer right now, which means normally Connor and Zana either hang out here all day or walk to the library. I think you're gonna have to work your day plans out with them. I don't think I can get you fabric until this evening. Is there anything you need before I go to work?"

"Is it okay if I go back to that church, as long as I stay out of the streets?"

"Only if you can get Connor to go with you. It's dangerous for you to walk that far alone. The library isn't as - ostentatiously pretty, but if you thought Wolfram & Hart was fine then I expect that the library probably won't hurt either."

"Okay."

"OK. I'm really sorry about all of this and I wanna let you know that you're being really brave about everything. OK?"

"Do you think God only speaks English here?"

"I think God speaks all the languages."

"That's good."

How would you say "I hope your day is beautiful and fascinating" -

"I hope your day is beautiful and fascinating."

"I hope your day is beautiful and fascinating!"