"Would like you to keep taking care of me."

"Okay. No pocket food like that. We can try to get pocket-y-er food from the kitchen when I do the dinner dishes." She touches Eefa's pocket and extracts the pocketed vegetables back onto the plate.

"Can I eat it now?"

"Yes."

In that case Eefa will eat as much as she can without vomiting. And need to walk sort of slowly for a bit to make sure of this.

Pelape eats her own meal. They can duck into the kitchen after to clean plates. Pelape asks about dry snackfood - she's seen plastic objects around, but no single-use ones - and gets a paper packet of peanuts and raisins. Eefa can put that in her pocket.

Eefa carefully inspects the packets for having been opened already.

It was never sealed to begin with, but it looks like it's the same amount of full as other packets of the same sort.

Hm. Have the peanuts been opened?

They're shelled but most of them are still in pairs.

She can save them for if she really needs something.

And when the dinner dishes are done they can go back to their room. Pelape doesn't feel like exploring the rest of the town she can see from the window till the people who were trying to sell Eefa have been and gone again. She combs her fingers through Eefa's hair. "Do you want me to tell you a story or anything?"

"A story is okay."

"Such enthusiasm." She has Michka Dances Through The City mostly memorized still from when it was Sofa's favorite, and she can try to narrate to compensate for the lack of the pictures; it's not like it scans or rhymes in the local language for that to make it clunky.

"Why's she dancing?"

"She likes to."

"Why?"

"I guess she wants to be a professional dancer one day. My little sister wants that."

"Because there are people who want her to dance?"

"Well, she certainly hopes so, if no one wants her to dance she can't make a living that way."

Oh, now it makes sense. Eefa nods.

Story thus related Pelape pulls out her pocket everything to see if she can take it apart and clean it and get it to boot again.

Eefa watches.

It doesn't work. She puts it back together and leaves it on the desk, sighing. Looks out the window.

"What's it do."