"Sing, and fly! And play."

"Ooh of course you like flying. You can do it without an engine. I want to show you the air race course maybe."

"There a race course?"

"Yeah. Flying race. Flying is kind of a sport here, but we do it with gliders and balloons and engines."

"Wings is better."

"Probably yeah! But if I show you there you will get so many questions. About how to get wings."

"Was born with!"

"Mm, bet someone is a meanie and doesn't believe it and does something mean."

"Mean like what?"

"Try to steal your or my stuff to see if a thing to give wings is in it. Try to kidnap you maybe. Try to get hair or spit or blood and look at your genetics. Or just yell a lot, extreme stuff is not likely but possible."

"Is in my genetics."

"If you want to go we'll go, just saying there's the small risk having to scream for police and hit things or people who are being mean."

"Am allowed hitting people who hurt me."

"Good rule."

"Yeah-huh."

"So, flying race course or not?"

"Sure!"

Conference brainphone, [I'm taking- Hey what's actually your name? I'm Welta he's Terence.]

[Am Pen.]

[I'm taking Pen to the air races, should be fun, going to grab my zephyr on the way, I'll yell at anyone who's mean to her.]

[No objection here,] Terence responds, [It'll be another hour or two until I get that hammock. I underestimated it.]

[Why is so complicated getting hammock?]

[I thought that my favorite store would already have some. They didn't.]

[Oh well.]

And she follows Welta to the racecourse.

Walta stops by her place to grab a big glider. Or miniature airplane. It's not quite clear which.

The air race course is a big open air area, with a thick web of rope at the bottom and various hanging signs, rings, flags, and so on. They don't race at the same time, that's asking for crashes, but they time people completing the described aerial path.

Pen wants to fly it!