Barry is having a good day, all things considered.
The last dozen passengers he picked up were all on their phones, so he didn't have to make small talk and could listen to music and think about TV instead. One of them gave him a nice tip. And now it's 10am and he's dropped off his last person and he's going to flop on his bed and read comics until it's time to go visit his dad.
And then he blinks and instead of being in his bedroom he is somewhere else.
Nodnod. "Most of those, but we don't have turkeys, I don't know the word. Mostly here we farm...like cows but smaller, and they give—" She tugs at the woollen shawl she's wearing.
"Sheep! On earth they have a reputation as being stupid and easily led but I am pretty sure that reputation is unearned. On the other hand I don't know that I have ever seen a sheep outside of, like, those books they give to little children to help them learn animal sounds. Honestly, they spent a lot of time teaching me animal sounds as a two-year-old given how much this would come up in my life. But maybe it will come up more now!"
"Maybe it will," Tesni says with a smile. "But we'll be going to Canolfan soon. You know cities better than farms, I think?" she teases.
"I bet your cities are really different! Not so much with the skyscrapers. --What do you understand when I say 'skyscraper,' does that concept translate at all--"
Tesni's jaw works as though she's chewing on the word.
"Something that—scrapes the sky? Tall buildings, I would guess. But we don't have the word itself, no, and I don't know what you'll think of Canolfan's buildings."
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