Earth might not have much going for it, but, y'know it does get both a sunrise and a sunset every single day?

Earth seems great so far! They approach the farmhouse to say hello.

The humans are confused and slightly alarmed at the interruption, apparently that doesn't happen very often at all here. The man answers the door; he's got dark skin and dark curly hair and is wearing clothes similar to the ones they've seen before, but slightly better constructed and definitely better fitting. "...can I help you?"

"Possibly! We just arrived here from another world, who should we talk to?"

He blinks at them. "The governor? Or the protectorate, I guess. We're headed into town after breakfast if you want a ride that far."

"Sure, thank you."

"Come on in, then. We're having pancakes." And he stands aside to let them in.

...okay! They'll have pancakes!

With blueberries or chocolate chips or both, if they want them, and gluten-free mix on offer if they need it (though she's not very clear on what exactly 'gluten free' is, just that it's somehow healthier), and sausage, and there's a few eggs left if they'd like.

They'll try everything! They will be effusive with compliments!

The humans relax considerably and make small talk while they eat. The man introduces himself as Sam, his wife as Shaney, and the kids as Chrissy and Oliver, and when they're done eating he brings the pickup truck around.

"We can probably squeeze all three of you in the cab if you don't mind being on top of one another, or you can sit in back if you want - I'm a pretty smooth driver."

"Sure, that works!!"

So they all get in the truck and off they go; it doesn't take long to get to the highway, and the traffic isn't too bad once they do.

Traffic is weird! Cars are weird! The Elves are delighted.

And giant shipping trucks! And toll booths! So many things.

The trip takes about an hour and a half, and then they turn off the highway and into a midsized town, and after another few minutes the truck parks in front of a building that's slightly nicer than the rest. Sam gets out and comes around to talk to the Elves: "This's town hall, they'll either be the ones you want to talk to or be able to tell you where to go. Do you want me to go in with you?"

"Sure, that might be helpful."

He sends Shaney and the kids off to get started with the shopping and leads them inside.

The clerk at the reception desk is a little weirded out by the Elves, but polite regardless. He asks what they'd like to talk to someone about.

"Does this world need any help? Our world can help, maybe!"

He only hesitates slightly. "Okay. What kind of help?"

"We don't like prisons and institutions, and would like to take all the people you're keeping in them and take them somewhere nicer! What other kinds of help might be needed?"

The clerk balks, looks from them to their guide and back, and then says, "Let me see who'll want to talk to you about that. You can wait down the hall." He points.

When they get to the waiting room Sam glances around to check for cameras and then speaks quietly. "I wish you'd told me - I don't want to get into this politics stuff, I have a family, but I can find you someone better to talk to than this."

"It's political?"

"...yeah? Of course it is. We shouldn't talk about it here, though. Let's go get Shaney and the kids and I'll tell you about it back home."

"It's so political you shouldn't talk about it? We're from a different world, how would we have any idea what's considered political here? Should we just empty all the prisons and institutions by magic, we can do that and it sounds easier than dealing with politics."

"Alright. Look. Somebody's going to be coming in to talk to you any time now, if they hear us talking about this they're goona try and find an excuse to arrest me. And you can't trust them, not about that. And I don't know what'll happen if you just magic everybody out, but I don't think it's that easy and you definitely need to ask somebody who does know."