"What..."

Mika shakes his head, and then the rest of his body, blinking hard.

"...I guess it's clean, now?" He says after a moment, "Thanks!" He tells Bar. "I'll have whatever you think I'll like, then," he adds, getting back to the topic of drinks. "Something really different!"

Sefoni is still blinking around in confusion, "What kind of person was that?" She asks, bewildered. 

"Me too."

A tall teacup with something hot and foamy materializes, next to something that looks like milkshake layered in multiple colors. Tepam takes the milkshake and drinks it.

!!!

"This is delicious."

Thank you. And that was a soap bubble fairy. You should remain clean for the next few hours. You were already clean before, but being careful seemed expedient.

"Thank you," Sefoni says after reading this. She hesitantly orders something as well, asking for her favourite berry milkshake from home rather than anything more adventurous.

Mika takes his drink, sipping at it carefully and getting foam all over his upper lip. "Mmmm," he hums, hugging his cup.

He looks around, licking the foam off, "We're supposed to go get someone, right? Cause the grown-ups will want to come see, especially now that it's clean. Except... we're stuck in the bunker garden," he realizes.

Ita says quietly "Please..." to the Bar and gets something deep red and with bits of fruit. "We can't close the door and... Oh."

"We can't even use our pocket everythings to send a message."

"Should we just go, then?" Sefoni asks, looking around at the other patrons warily. 

"We can't just go," Mika disagrees. "Even if we can't get anyone else, at least we're here! We should talk to people!"

"We could get more magic! We have to!"

"Yeah!" He turns away from the Bar to look around the room for someone interesting to talk to.

The room isn't full, but there's a fair spread of people, some on their own and a few in small groups. Nearby, a man is watching them with some concern just barely visible in his expression. He's pretty obviously non-amentan - if his dark hair didn't give it away, his blue-grey skin would have. The table's he's sat at has a few books spread out on it, interspersed by sealed bottles of variously coloured liquid, and a couple of plant pots. 

"How about we talk to him?" Mika suggests to Tepam.

"Ooh, colorful alien. Yes. We should." And without waiting, she comes over. "What are those things? Also, hi!"

"Uh," he stalls. Small child, help!

"Hello," he tells the small child, recovering quickly, "In these bottles?" He asks, lifting one to show her, "They're potions. I'm an alchemist," he adds.

Mika follows Tepam, and peers at the bottle from her side, "What are they for?" He asks.

Sefoni stays back, but she eyes the plants curiously. She doesn't recognize any of them, which isn't really a surprise, but it makes them even more interesting than plants usually are.

"...Many things," he says, eyes darting between the two of them for a moment, "This one increases the rate magicka recovers at," he says of the one he's holding.

Ita will just keep Sefoni company.

Blink. "Magicka? Like the one that uses enchantment tables?"

"Yeees," he agrees, slowly, "Do you know of the magic used in Tamriel?" He asks, "I think I would have heard of people with hair like yours if you were native to my world." 

"It could just sound alike?" Mika offers. "There's enchanting, and then there's a bunch of magic types, like Destruction and Illusion and Restoration and so on," he adds.

"That does sound like it, yes. I still can't imagine I would have missed hearing of a race of people like you."

"You didn't. I don't think. My mom and his mom met someone from your world when they were pregnant with us."