"Red history."

"What's red? We didn't get a ton of debriefing before we came here." 

"...You know how we have a caste system?"

"Yes...?"

"Reds were the caste that handled unclean stuff. Including, uh, each other. The aliens insisted on solving the ongoing human* rights violation that that cashed out to before they would give us planets. The museum is...controversial. Not everyone is happy with the aliens making us be civil. I had the advantage of, uh, my dad had red internet friends before he ever met Mom--anyway. Before the aliens it was 'what drugs are the university students these days doing' levels of liberal for me to be like 'what if we stopped being horrible.'"

"...Ah." To Anevar: "Sounds like difficult and important work. I commend you." 

He takes a little bow.

Cheeksmooch. 

"So I hear your Amila's engaged!" 

"That would be me. Hi. Kaleith." She gestures at a corner where one green-haired and one blue-skinned woman are gesturing at an everything. "Your sister is explaining digital art to my betrothed." 

Giggle. "That sounds like Amila."

"What kind of world are you all from?" asks Anevar.

"...One that's at war. Our bit of it. Uh. We have lots of species, that part's not depressing." 

"This one has lots of species too, though we didn't meet any of them before Vanda Nossëo landed on us."

"Ours are magic. When someone from our world dies, there's this unpleasant magical event that under some circumstances causes spontaneous generation of babies of a new species. Also we have probably-magic interplanetary portals."

"Oh, cool, the portals'll be very popular, right now you have to take a bus."

"--Oh, we can't cause them, they're a natural phenomenon."

"It might be that we could cause them and just don't know how. But we don't know how."

"Huh, natural interplanetary portals, fancy that."

"Some of our mythology claims that the portals are connected to the death tolls and the geneses but it's not empirically substantiated."

"Do all your species get along all right? You're a very diverse-looking bunch."

"We don't have communications technology like yours, so we only know stuff about our planet and a few nearby ones, and some really old history. I'm sure there's interspecies violence somewhere, but our war has frost giants at the top of both sides of it." 

"What's it about?"

"Succession crisis. The queen died and her son and her brother are fighting over the throne." 

"Ouch. - I'm kind of monopolizing you, presumably you and Ada want to talk -"

"I'm not shy, I can speak up whenever. I'm interested in this stuff too. Although I admit I am curious about our similarities and differences. Most aliens don't spring, for example, that seems like it'd be really different for a me--"