She smiles a little. "I mentioned seals, right?" She taps one of the scrolls on her belt. "I can store a lot in one of these."

"...wild," Brian says. Jackson reports to him after turning over all the contents of the guest room and Brian seizes him by the braid and gives him a kiss for his trouble. "Uh, we were just having dinner when you showed up, there isn't more of this but we have leftover chicken soup, you want some?"

"A little bit wouldn't go amiss - my food stores are all rations," she says with a little smile. "Edible and filling, but not very tasty."

Brian tells Jackson to warm her up a bowl of chicken soup and he does that. There's noodles in it, and carrots. This accomplished, he kneels back where he was before and gets more of the food off Brian's plate fed to him.

She thanks them again, glancing around for a place for her to sit and eat - she can easily eat standing, but civilians find that weird sometimes.

There are two chairs and Jackson is not in one so it's all hers; that's where he put the soup.

She takes that, then, mentally musing over just - all the questions she has. She knows just enough about civilians to not find them less strange than space aliens, but... She's only pretty sure the sort of relationship she's seeing is uncommon among her nation's people.

"I'm curious if there's other cultural differences than just a divergence in magic types..." she says after a few bites.

"I mean, you mysteriously speak English, so maybe everything else is the same too," says Brian. "I guess you sound lower-tech."

She hums. "Possibly overall."

"There's also - your relationship seems a bit strange to me, though I admit I'm not very familiar with the private lives of most civilians..."

"Some people on Earth think that girls are all subs and boys're all doms but that's not actually true," volunteers Jackson, gazing up adoringly at Brian. "Is where you're from like that?"

" - Oh, most of our relationships aren't that structured," she says, eyes brightening a bit. "Or - are more fluid than that. Civilians tend to have more fixed roles in their lives, though, as far as I know, and to be significantly more monogamous."

"...structured?" says Jackson, puzzled.

"Hm... Set roles of dom and sub in a - romantic context or a gendered context."

"Arguably, one spouse will be consistently submissive to another in a clan ranking context, if one is from a lower ranked clan or if one is from an internally high ranked branch of the clan, but that's mostly in traditionalist families or formal situations and doesn't just impact romantic relationships, except as far as you can assume spouses aren't trying to insult each other."

"I'm not from one of the clans, so no one would expect any of my relationships to have a dom and sub structure like that - unless I married into a clan, I suppose, but if I was just dating a clan member they wouldn't expect me to follow their rules unless they were very traditionalist."

"If two people are the same rank, dom and sub dynamics are pretty common and fun to play with, but... You wouldn't self describe as one or the other, generally?"

"...if you don't describe yourself as one how do you find somebody who has the other one?" asks Jackson.

"Most people do both, or you could seek out someone at a different rank than you and figure they'd be doing the same thing in the other direction if you didn't like using match makers or speed dating or anything."

"Most people are switches on your planet?" says Brian.

"In my culture, at least; the other classes all seem to do relationships a bit differently from each other."

"Wow. I guess that sounds... sort of convenient?" Brian says. "For the switches, anyway."

"What if you're whatever the highest rank is, and you're a sub?" asks Jackson.

She shrugs. "There's matchmakers. I've never used one, but I'm young enough it'd be a bit weird if I did."

"Huh," says Jackson. "Uh, what are you gonna... do, here?"

"...I'm not sure. Find a way to support myself, find out what from this world would be useful but not dangerous to import to mine, try to reinvent interdimensional travel?"

"I don't know how you'd tell an eclipsed job agency you have shibari powers," Jackson says.

"...shibari powers?" says Brian.

"Or whatever you said."

She snorts. "Depends on if job agencies are the only possibility."

"It's how I got my job," says Jackson, "I don't know how else you'd do it. If you want a magic job and not, uh, a carwash or something."

She nods. "Does anyone do like... Networking? Knowing people who have similar jobs."

"But I should also be able to just explain my abilities to an agency, or demonstrate some..."