The inn staff don't blink at a talking fox requesting breakfast be delivered to the room. Rice porridge with cinnamon and fresh-baked biscuits with berry jam and two sausages and fruit juice, for each of them.

Oh, this is lovely.

If the smell of food hasn't woken Megi, then she will; this food is best eaten hot.

"Fine, fiiiine, I'm taking a bath and having a lazy day after this though... It does smell good."

"You can go right back to bed, as far as I'm concerned; I just want you to enjoy your well-deserved breakfast, and you can't do that if it's gone cold.  ...Should I go let your guy know that it's fine, or do you want to do that yourself?"

Yaaawn. "I'll let him know later. No need."

"Alright then.  I made plans to meet up with the girl whose cat I found; that's going to be around lunchtime."

"Making friends, are we? Good for you."

"I do hope so!  Might get to see if I can actually recognize Ancient Tirran, too."

"I'm sure there's a place for you in a library if you can do that convincingly!"

Megi seems significantly more awake now that there is some juice in her.

...Huh, do foxes get diabetes?

"I'd rather try for 'correct' over 'convincing'!"

"Or, perhaps, both?"

Nomf biscuit.

"There is no convincing reason why English is so like itself.  It mugs other languages for spare words.  The written words are quite often so disjoint from their pronunciations that a rather common competition is a spelling bee, where one must, from the spoken word and the definition, correctly recapitulate the orthography, by having memorized it."

"Mhm, mhm. Those are certainly words. They probably even have meanings. Sleepy brain doesn't know it though."

"If languages are dog breeds English is a mutt."

She yawns. "Mm... So you should be able to tell? Is that right? I'm not smart."

"...I mean, probably, yeah, but that's not what I was talking about.  Youuuu should probably go back to sleep, and I'll go out, and see you later?"

Yawn. "Good plan. Thanks for arranging breakfast, good that there's no tea..."

"Least I could do, really.  You needed it.  Get some more rest, okay?  See you later."

And off she goes, to find Weiya's lunch place and do some chaotic good on the way.

Intervention opportunities:

A priestess leading a bunch of guards, cordoning off a building with white sheets and 'quarantine' signs.

A street hustler doing the cup game, complete with accomplice 'defeating' him in front of the crowd.

A woman wearing a fox head mask and not much else dancing through the street to an unseen beat.

A man with a very punchable smug face at a table with a chess set and coffee and a book and a sign saying 'Paying 2 copper per game, more if you're good'.

A screaming argument between a couple inside a tool store.

She knocks over the hustler's cups at a run, yips a friendly hello to the fox mask lady (in Fox), and...

"...Quarantine?  Oh dear."

(...She's not actually that good at chess!  She only knows how the pieces move, not the whole...  Gamestate planningness of it.)

A guard will grimly nod at her.

"Yes, quarantine. We've had over a dozen cases of cholera from residents of this building. The priestess says it was probably contaminated drinks at a party three days ago- So out of an abundance of caution and in accordance with the Edict for the Prevention of Outbreaks, the Temple of Ragni and West Three Guard are closing the building."

...Wait a minute.  What?

"...So the water in that building is contaminated, then?"

"I think we're not sure? It might be this building, it might be wherever they got the booze."

He glances over to the priestess person, who is currently talking someone who seems to be a resident here.

"Miss Bright there is in charge of that."

"...Right.  Okay."  She's gonna wander over to priestess-wards and just listen in a bit in hopes that she can determine whether they know the low-tech version of oral rehydration salts.

Priestess is currently gently grilling the guy on who exactly was at the party, and where all the drinks came from.