Any indication what the others might be, if she turns them on?

SIDEB is empty, too, but LAWL is in the middle of a raunchy joke that ends in an explosion of laughter so filled with testosterone Rachel might just have grown a five o'clock from exposure.

She skips that, thanks. TRFF is probably… traffic?

Possibly! But also silent.

Jokes, traffic, public, 'bears', 'sideb'. She's gonna guess 'bears' is some sort of – group chat for something, and… sidebar? Maybe?

She keeps driving.

The orphanage is visible from a mile off. It looks like someone took a truck-red toy farm and its truck-red toy barn and blew them to size: shiny and new, gleaming in the sun in a way no other building in the Outlands seems to, unaffected by time.

Fun. Or at least not dreadfully grey and depressing.

It's not! And as soon as she pulls up she finds herself in a toothpaste commercial: a sea of smiling children escape the orphanage to greet her, giggling and playing impromptu tag.

This might be a bit much.

She smiles as she gets out, though, and asks where Grandma Scarlett might be.

The kids part like the sea to Moses and the old woman, about the same height as them, appears.

"Children, this is Rachel. Rachel, these are the children," she greets. "Children, it's time to say goodbye to your bears. You know what to do; fetch their favorite things for travel."

In a flash, the mouse army's gone. Back into the farmhouse, presumably to fetch today's shipments of teddy bears.

… Rachel feels weird but also high-status. She sort of likes it but oh my god the children are fetching and saying bye to their bears?

"Hello."

"Hello, deary. Nice trip?"

Jeb walks to the back of the truck to roll up the door, and the gaggle is back, each child carrying a cardboard box with a teddy bear peeking out the top, sometimes with other small toys or a small blanket to keep them comfortable.

Before she can answer Scarlett's question one boy interjects himself between the old lady and Rachel and holds his cardboard box up high, the flopsy bear peeking out from its depths. "This is Daniel," he explains. "I got to name him myself. He likes lunchtime and crayons. He's scared of the dark, but it's okay, because he's not going to be alone."

"– Daniel's a nice name!" she responds, smiling. Then to Grandma Scarlett: "And – yeah, trip was fine."

She pauses, not really sure what to do next. Like, take the bear from the kid, probably. But augh.

The choice is taken from her as he pushes the box into her hands and runs back to his friends.

Okay! Well.

Cute toy.

She carefully places it into the truck and tries to remember that that one is Daniel, just because the kid seems like they care about him a lot.

(Awwww.)

Jeb helps them finish loading up the truck with the bears, and Grandma Scarlett clucks her tongue, a little chuckle. "Darlings, aren't they?" she says. "I spend every day sewing new bears for the next week's supply. The bears are loved quite intensely, then given away to others who need them. The love... that's important, you see. Very important."

"It's really cute," she says. "Some of them seemed… very attached to them, though."

"Yes, they spend the week with the bears, loving them and caring for them."

Nod. "Do they get to keep some?"

She does a so-so gesture with her hand. "Not forever, I can't keep up with all of them."

"Keep up with them how?"

"Both with the children and the demand. I hand sew them all, you see."

"That – wow, that sounds like quite a lot of work."

"It is, but it is good work."

Nod. "So – I don't really know what the protocol is, do I just get a list of places and then shoo, or…?"