"We're magic-resistant, a bit, that's why I can't hear Eskillimi when she does telepathy."

"- I don't think that's why, thoughtspeak isn't magic," editorializes Eskillimi.

"Well, then you definitely won't be able to use a wand."

"Khazad can make magic jewelry, though, and I think the ones who can sing can use that for magic too," Isun says.

"Singing in particular?"

"Singing magical songs," Isun says. "Braids write most of them."

"I don't think we have those. - if we did the Amentans could make copies of them and use them everywhere, unless that doesn't work."

"Make copies of them?" wonders Isun.

"They have technology for recording sounds and copying them and playing them back. It's very fancy."

"Is that for sale? I still want to go home but I'd like to have something to show for it."

"Yes though making the Amentans aware of the existence of your planet has disadvantages."

"Why's that?"

"They will try to conquer it to live there themselves and civilize you."

"We'll do that if you have a thirty percent infant mortality rate," says Ana tartly.

"I get the sense this is complicated," remarks Isun.

"Definitely learn more before you tell them where you live. They do have lots of really cool stuff."

"I don't know where this is," Isun says, "so I'm not sure how I'd tell anyone where I live, honestly."

"We call it Earth."

"That doesn't tell me whether I'd want to travel east or west or what have you."

Eskillimi and Isun have a bit of a conversation of their own, and finally she translates his concluding remark, "Well, I certainly don't know how to tell you in terms of star charts."

"Sorry. Maybe whatever dropped you here can be replicated, or bribed, eventually."

"At least my brother carries plenty of insurance against anything happening to me."

"How does that work?"

Another man appears. This one looks human, and maybe African or Middle Eastern - he's wearing gold robes, and he reaches for a gold pendant as he startles at appearing.

<- um hello if you talk a lot my translation chip can learn your language but we don't know what's going on either.>

- blink.

He holds the pendant up and says something unintelligible. 

Then he says "where are we?"

"You're in our," she gestures at herself and Aaron and Minor, "family's yard, but we don't know why. She got here first and usually looks more alien but can shapeshift, he got here second and is immune to her thoughtspeak so she has to translate, and the one with green hair is an also-alien houseguest who is complicated for unrelated reasons."