The next stop is behind a coffee shop with an owner that doesn't like homeless people, but with a son that is nice and sneakily gives out food that his father would throw away. The son spots Daska and comes out. "Hey, a bit early-" He stops when he spots Deskyl and DZ. "Hi...?"

"Hi. We're okay. I'm - with them, wanted - don't worry. And thank you."

    "Daska has decided to move in with us, sir, she might not be around very much in the future."

"Will sometimes."

He flounders for some cultural script to figure out what to say next. "Uh, okay. Uh," he takes a long pause undecided to speak with the metal face who did speak, and the flesh face that didn't. "Uh, I take you are her sorcerer sister?"

DZ translates this for Deskyl, who shrugs, but nods.

    "Something a bit like that, sir."

"Ah, okay. Can I ask about the metal thing?" He waves at DZ's being.

"I'm a droid, sir, a machine that can do most of the same kinds of things that people can."

She's signing along in translation of this, too, and Deskyl scowls a bit at it.

"Sounds like science fiction." He asks a bit incredulously, but flinches at Deskyl's scowl. "But good, good. Uh," he turns to Daska. "It's a bit early and I don't have anything I can hand out. I probably should get back before dad notices and comes to yell at us."

"Is fine. See you."

She's a bit chatty, after this one - she wants to come back, sometimes, the food is good and she likes the company. Well, some of the company, and it'll be funny to see the owner's face when she comes back as a paying customer.

She can spot t two fellow street urchins hanging out in a side-street. One of them spots the group and decides to run away upon seeing DZ. The other is still mumbling "...toothless coward," when they come close enough. "Hey, Daska, who is that?"

"Friends! I'm -" she looks to DZ for help, and the droid repeats her explanation.

"Ah, good. Do they have money, Daska? Can I have your stuff or bus ticket money?"

Bus ticket money is a code for can I try to get money off this person?

"Bring that jacket you like, next time, sure. Don't think we can - bus tickets, yet."

Nods. "Your robot friend is cool. What robot stuff you can do?"

"I'm a servant droid, ma'am, I wasn't made to do anything very complex."

"Not even, like, shoot stuff or make your arm go really far?"

"No ma'am."

    "You - words -"

"Yes ma'am. I can translate between languages that I know."

It seems like maybe that wasn't what Daska meant, though.

"How many languages do you know?"

"Four, ma'am, but only one from this world."

"Ah, okay. And no more robot stuff?"

"No ma'am."

    "Poetry," Daska finally comes up with. "Lots."

"Oh. Yes ma'am, I can recite poetry."

    "Without a book."

"Oh, cool. Like, a record?"

"I can repeat a reading I've heard or read a book aloud myself, ma'am, either one."

Eager nods. She looks where the other urchin went. "I don't think whispers is going to come back, but I want to hear a poem."

"Yes ma'am. What kind of poetry do you like?"

"The pretty kind."