Kyeo's head hurts very badly. He doesn't remember how he got that way but he can guess that he's taken a blow to the head. That doesn't explain why he's not on a spaceship any more but he should probably not expect to figure that out right now. He looks confusedly at the non-spaceship around him for a minute before closing his eyes.
"Save some for everyone else!" Lev calls to Francis's retreating back. "--He won't," Lev says to Kyeo as the door slams.
"I guess? The kids already had theirs, though, and in the worst case I can get Juanita to make more tomorrow. --I guess you might want some."
"...slippery?" Kyeo says, rubbing his fingers together and finding a normal amount of friction.
"Obviously Cascadians are all different but if I asked a Cascadian a question like that they'd say-- 'oh, I don't have kids, but what my parents did to me was this thing' or 'I think it might be something about how gross our food was' or 'I read in an article somewhere that it's that' and you just... sort of give a nonanswer. It slips off. I learn fascinatingly little about Ibyabek from talking to you."
"...so I think either the thing I am pointing to is one of the differences between Kulak and Ibyabek, or you have a very very very weird future."
"Hm. That's an interesting point. --See, I'm not sure what to do about this because even Gileadites and Chinese people aren't this evasive. In fact neither of them will shut up about how great their society is. Although I guess normal Chinese people are probably different from the kind of Chinese people I talk to on this matter."