Which they write down and diligently practice.

And eventually it's time to hit the showers.  " - Or possibly you should have dinner first?"

"Dinner first sounds good."

"I've tried at least a little of everything here and don't seem to be poisoned.  I can cook something up or did you want to again?"

"I'm not actually good at cooking, I just felt like after potatoes and veggies for breakfast I wanted protein, I'm used to a lot more of it. Whatever you feel like making is fine."

"Okay!"  They cube up some squash and fry it in oil with a bit of honey and a few spices.  They're a better cook when they have more than exactly one ingredient to work with.

"This is very tasty!"

"I'm glad you like it!"

And then they can go where showers are. How are showers here handled?

There's a designated building for it, much shorter and more spread out than most other places they've seen, with large tanks on the roof.  Inside, there are two separate sections that look fairly similar to each other in composition, although one is maybe twice the size of the other.  Each one has a sign out front with what looks like pricing information, and with their rudimentary reading skills they can discern that the larger one is slightly more expensive.  There's a pot under the sign; Lornell deposits some coins in it.  There doesn't seem to be anyone conspicuously hanging around it to deter theft or ensure people pay.

Past the sign are several corridors, each lined with small rooms.  The doors of each have frosted glass windows that ensure privacy but still let in enough light to see by.  On entering, it becomes clear that each room is in fact two smaller ones, separated by a curtain.  The first has a bench and hooks for hanging clothes, with neatly-hung clean towels on a rack.  The second has the actual showering apparatus, a washcloth, three metal liquid soap and hair product dispensers of differing sizes (each stamped with a single word, which Lornell taught them to distinguish on the way over), and a drain in the floor.

There are separate handles for hot and tepid water, which allow a reasonable amount of temperature control.  The water pressure is basically non-existent, though; it seems to be powered by just gravity.  From the amount of sound coming from the other rooms they might be able to discern that people don't seem to be running the water the whole time they're in there; they might be soaping up with the water off and mainly using it to rinse off.

Kyeo finds this perfectly satisfactory.

Sarham makes a face about the water pressure but since he is inside a shower stall nobody need be troubled by it.

Lornell meets them out in the lobby area when they're done.

And they can all go back to Lornell's, and sleep in the same bed again.

They have something made out of a few of the unrecognizable fruits already simmering quietly when the aliens wake up.  It's a bit tangy but not unpleasantly so.

Yum, mystery compote.

And then they should grab their bags and be on their way.

They should!  Lornell carts them to the edge of the city, has a brief conversation in Cretari with someone at a wagon which from what they can pick up is probably a security confirmation, and loads their bags in for them.

"Okay, uh, bye!  It was really nice knowing you guys and I - hope you do okay, in Chraida."

"Thank you for all your help! And if you're ever there of course you should visit!"

"Couldn't have landed on a nicer person!" agrees Sarham.

"Aw, thanks.  If I'm ever there it will be explicitly to visit you, probably!  And I'll write you lots once I get your address."

And off ride the aliens.

Their wagon is pulled by six people, with one sitting in the driver's seat, and goes at a speed that would be pretty slow for anything with a motor but is impressively fast and stays that way for impressively long amounts of time for its method of locomotion.  The road they're on is perhaps surprisingly busy; there aren't many moments when they're the only ones on it and there are several with what might be described as 'traffic'.  The driver sings and plays a drum, keeping the runners in time.  The other wagons on the road are usually singing the same song at the same time, although there are a few collisions with people going the other direction which are sorted out fairly quickly.  Everyone who can be heard has a strong, clear singing voice, and the music is nice to listen to even though some of their conventions for how melodies should work are quite different and it occasionally sounds jarring.

They pull off the main road for a break after a couple hours, and the seven of them leave the aliens be but don't seem particularly unwelcoming if approached.

The aliens need to spend the break eating, which they do quickly lest the end of break be very soon.

It ends up being somewhere on the order of twenty to thirty minutes.

And then they're back on the road again for another few hours.

They talk to each other, and if anyone wants to copy the language they can, but it's not really intended to be a public conversation.