"Wow. Okay, sure." She can stuff a granola bar in her face before they head back up to the part of the building with light fixtures.

Light fixtures!

(Jon and Daisy look tired. It's almost as if nobody in this building got a good night of sleep or something.)

Shopping?

Shopping! In a normal-ass city on a normal-ass planet! Wow that's gonna be weird isn't it.

Yup. 

The good news is that they have a solid amount of money, since they no longer have to pay rent. The bad news is that April doesn't really... have... anything. She can buy a reasonable number of clothes and they can buy toothpaste and a toothbrush and shampoo and soap and food she likes and a hairbrush or comb and whatever she wants for a sleeping arrangement as long as she doesn't want a real bed.

The really unsettling thing about shopping, she discovers, is the background noise. All those people going around having voices, how dare they.

That said, she has clothes and toiletries and junk food and a hairbrush and her very own cot—and a pillow, she has to sit down for a minute when confronted with the fact that she gets to sleep with a pillow again—and, all in all, is a very happy April. "Never thought I'd be so glad to put on a bra."

“Ha. I can imagine. Want to head back or would you rather hang out at coffeeshops and avoid the Eye for a bit longer? Not much overlap between ‘quiet’ and ‘not incredibly creepy’ so I figured I’d ask which you’d rather.”

"Eh, gotta get used to it sometime. Let's sit in a coffeeshop and pretend we're normal people."

“Sounds good to me.”

The coffeeshop Melanie picks out is relatively quiet, which is to say that it still seems pretty loud to April.

“What’s your order? You can go find a spot to sit.”

"Man, I dunno." She squints hopelessly at the menu board. "I can't actually read that from here, what's a normal coffee order in 2018 for someone who's kind of a wuss about coffee?"

"--Oh, shit, d'you need glasses? You can get tea or you can get a coffee with a ridiculous amount of sugar and whipped cream and stuff, your choice."

"I'll go for a ridiculous coffee, why not. And yeah, sorry, I forgot to mention it but I'm nearsighted as hell, you've all been varyingly friendly blurs to me this whole time."

"Well fuck. Do you know your prescription at least or should we be trying to figure out if there are any eye doctors who'll take someone who doesn't legally exist?"

"Yeah, sadly no. Last time I went to the eye doctor I was like sixteen."

"Fuck. --We can see if Jon can Know it, it's the sort of thing he might be able to do. If you're, uh, willing."

"I mean, will there be any terrible side effects?"

"Not like the nightmares or anything? He might end up knowing other things about you, if he goes looking. Even if he wanted to control it he--can't, really. He's... working on not looking, but, well."

"All in all, probably worth it to get me glasses."

"Okay. Well, we'll try that then."

Melanie goes up and orders! She returns a couple minutes later with a bubble tea for herself and some sort of fancy coffee drink with whipped cream on top for April.

April approves of her fancy coffee drink.

Oh good! They can just stay here then until either April wants to leave or the coffeeshop closes.

She is content to spend a couple of hours in the coffeeshop, although her conversational skills are a little rusty and the first question she comes up with is "so which famous people died in the last ten years, anyway? Queen Elizabeth still around?"

“She is, yeah. The royals are like cockroaches or something. You’re from—2008? Uh, phones are way cooler now. MySpace died. Donald Trump is president of the US now. I’m definitely missing things, I didn’t expect to be meeting a time traveler. Though I guess we have no reason to expect our worlds are the same.”

"MySpace died? Wow. The times sure do change. And I guess I can tell Youtube got big from how you introduced yourself. I haven't run into anything yet that threw me for a loop except, like, all the apocalypse cult eldritch shit, which... I dunno, I guess it's weird for that to be the only thing that's different, but I guess I also don't know that my original world didn't have all the same crap..."

“Oh! Yeah, YouTube got really big. And Netflix is mostly online streaming instead of through the mail now. The apocalypse cults are, uh, a secret. I worked as a ghost hunter for years before finding anything real.”

"Yeah, so if my world did have it, I probably wouldn't have noticed."