The old woman frowns.

"What do you mean, is this a hotel? Every home is a hotel! What kind of person would let a guest stand outside while they enjoyed a nice meal and a good night's sleep? Come inside."

She looks at Daernir. "This doesn't sound like the kind that has a bulletin board," she says. (She says this at a perfectly normal volume, but cups her hand over her everything so its translation is private enough.)

"No. We could still stay the night since it should be safe and she seems nice, but...we could find another place."

Daernir looks somewhat disconcerted by not knowing the rules of this city.

"Do you know where we could find a more commercial sort of hotel by any chance?"

One of the other people speaks up, an adult man who had just managed to convince one of the children to eat something on their plate that they were reluctant to taste.

"If you're looking for somewhere to stay that's more commercial, you want the spa. Left after fifty paces, right after thirty paces, right after ten paces, left after sixty paces and right after ten paces. If you want something more private...dear, what's the temple that recently built new rooms?"

"Temple of the Re-Unification?"

"No."

"Sand and Rivers?"

"Yes, that's the one. Go to the temple for the Ladies of Sand and Rivers. That would be left after forty paces, right after fifty paces-"

"We can handle the directions," he interjects, glancing hopefully at the everything.

"Yes, thank you," she says. She asks the pocket everything about the spa and heads there.

Cattycorner leads her to the spa. The building is ornate on the outside: a portico at the entrance, a bas-relief on either side of the entrance, and rosettes carved into small spires rising from every one of the buildings four corners. After walking inside, though, the building appears relatively simple in the front: a receptionist, of sorts, standing behind a desk and smiling politely when they enter. There is a water fixture and some plants hanging from the ceiling and dotting the floor to provide some sense of atmosphere.

"Hello! Are you two here for a day at the spa? Where are your parents?"

"My parents are on a planet called Amenta where time is passing much more slowly than here and his parents are on another layer but know that he's here with me. Do you have a bulletin board?"

"Oh, I- you mean some kind of place to share your availability, if you're offering to do some kind of work for people?"

"If she's selling something."

She wrinkles her nose.

"We do have a roster here of guests who are staying here, and their most useful skills should anyone else here need to make use of them, but no, nothing like a bulletin board. Is that what spas are like on Abellio? Whatever the Prime Material Plane thinks is modern, they'll adopt. In Buxenus, we stay well clear of all that. So. Rooms?"

"I'm not from Abellio," she sighs. "Yes please, rooms."

They receive keys to their rooms!

"Thank you," Daernir says, managing to sound thankful rather than disillusioned.

She asks directions to the room - she doesn't think she can sufficiently expect Cattycorner to manage inside buildings and at any rate wouldn't know how to make the request of the app - and heads there with Daernir.

The hallways are fairly narrow, with doors on the right side and open archways on the left side, which overlook the central bathing chamber. They find their room with the number matching that etched into the keys.

"We could check the guest roster and see if anybody is good at popularizing new things."

Nod.

"I don't like Heliopolis. Why would someone just not want to do things because they're modern? That's stupid."

"We could go back and look for bulletin boards up a layer."

"Maybe, yeah. We could go back up and come back when we get an angel message?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Can I take a picture of you and me together to send my dads?"

"Okay! Do I stand next to you..."

Daernir attempts to understand selfies, but basically cooperates with Lintalai posing him however she likes.

She grins into the camera and instructs him to smile and snaps the picture. He can have a look at it if he wants.

Sure! He's never seen a photograph before she showed him some. He continues to find the pocket everything fascinating.

"Do you have pictures of your dads?"