June relaxes the hug into just leaning on Lucy with an arm around her.

"I wonder if I should know more stuff about... Stuff. Ugh, that's vague. The Masters of the Bazaar were special Curators?"

"They were Curators who made a deal with the Bazaar. The Bazaar is a Messenger, you see, and couldn't just go around interacting with humanoids on their level. Physically speaking, I mean. On account of the size. I'm not quite as big as the Bazaar yet, but I'm not done growing." 

"And you can squeeze down, like Curators."

"Well, that's because I'm half human. Messengers can't do that, and as far as I know neither can Judgments. I didn't actually specifically know Curators could do that before I came here, actually, I've never known the Masters to be any size other than human while I've known them and it didn't really come up." 

"Mr. Pennies is sort of a Tackety mascot, in a weird sideways way, that's how I know."

"I wonder if the 'Mr.' appelation has any connection to the Masters. It's not really important but I'm curious." 

"Uh, there's Mr. Pennies, Mr. Menagerie, probably some more and I think they all go by 'Mr.'... I dunno."

...June suddenly takes a deep breath and shivers. "-Don't worry, nothing wrong, just. Anxious."

Hug hug hug. 

"Who's Mr. Menagerie?"

"He wanders the Reach, selling - scouts? Trained bats, this weird Rattus Faber and Cavy who both seemed content enough to be there. And other small creatures that seemed less useful. In exchange for exotic stuff like particular stories, solemn promises, or unusual treasures."

"Huh. Well, investigating that should probably wait until the Workworlds have been dealt with. Priorities." 

"Not all weird stuff is bad stuff."

"Oh, certainly. But satisfying my curiosity is a lower priority than solving things." 

Shrug. Shrug in a hug.

"Think I could get back to sleep now."

"Okay," she says, and gets up and leaves and goes back to bed. 

"Thanks."

They can both wake up in the morning well-rested enough. June asks Lucy to meet her at this one warehouse in a couple of hours, probably all the stuff she bought will be ready by then and they can have it carried out to the dilapidated outskirts to be scooped up by a Messenger and carried away.

Sounds good. 

She wanders around checking out shops in the meantime. 

Shops exist and sell things! Ranging from food to jewelry to clothes to tea to stained glass to industrial tools to well-sealed barrels of Hours to guns to booze to phonographs and cameras and 'Empyrean Gadgets' that use electricity to books, and more!

She is approached by a lot of people who recognize her from the paper and want to thank her, or gawk at her, or ask for healing for themselves or friends and family.

She accepts thanks and tolerates gawking and would be happy to heal whoever as long as it's not going to alarm anyone. 

Lotta people want healing. Someone suggests she could take a joyride through the whole city in his car, glowing like a miniature Judgement.

"That sounds great but also like it would alarm some people, do you think it would alarm some people?" 

She does not comment on any similarity between herself and her grandfather a Judgment.

"Honestly I think everyone's heard about you from the news story now - a sudden bright light that heals and resurrects you- Maybe don't go past the graveyard unless we have people dig it up first, I could do that, I'd be happy to pay for that-"

She cracks her knuckles. "That sounds amazing then." 

He has a butler, apparently. He gives the butler several huge 250-Sovereign coins and asks him to round up everyone with a shovel and send them to the St. Margrave cemetery. Then he drives off in that direction with Lucy, with a woman who was old and in the morgue yesterday, to talk to the cartakers. They're both chattering eagerly, grinning.

Lucy grins and bounces and talks about resurrecting people in the Neath. 

He has to go fairly slow so as not to hit any pedestrians, honestly, but he's weaving through crowds and honking his horn with the best of them!

Soon they are at the cemetery and a very annoyed-looking woman in a nun's habit is power-walking towards them.

"One should be respectful in the garden of eternal rest, get that contraption out of here!"

"Hello, Sister Serena! Have you read the morning paper?"

"I don't partake in sensationalist news."

"-Could you perhaps get Mr. Erlikon? I swear to God, I have a very good reason to speak to him!"

"What could possibly be a reason to disturb the cemetery so with all this unseemly urgency?"

"It'll be more disturbed soon. Lucy, here, bears the light of the Mountain, from the Neath. The dead shall rise today, and rejoice!"

The nun looks shocked and suspicious. Her glare snaps to Lucy.