Because it's a huge hassle, you have to go in and have eggs and sperm taken and then select a zygote and then wait while they mess with it and then have it implanted and the whole process can take months if you get unlucky, and just turning off the birth control and having sex is fun and easy. 

Of course, that only works if you have both sets available, so marriages that are all the same sex have a much higher uptake than heterosexual couples and triads-or-higher with at least one of each kind of equipment. 

That makes sense. "How long will it take for all the genetic stuff to be available to us?"

"That depends partially on you. Legally speaking, nobody can do more than scan your genes for defect without your consent, and we don't have any idea what a defect looks like in Amentans yet. There are going to be geneticists who will pay good money for rights to mess around with Amentan genes, but even with the best simulations available the fact of the matter is that stuff that's routine for humans is going to be experimental for Amentans. But the more Amentans who license out their genes to the more scientists the faster it'll go."

"There are Amentan geneticists to crib from."

"And that is true, but the impression I got from the Amentan internet was that they're not really as sophisticated as ours yet. Like, I expect that by the time our geneticists are satisfied that their work on the Amentan genome is up to par, an Amentan couple will be able to come in and say 'hello, we would like our baby to have mild springs,' and the geneticists will say, 'you got it, coming right up.'"

"They don't know how to do that, no. But they know some genetic defects." What's Villarosa's relationship with its neighboring systems like?

"Well, fair enough, that part will take less time."

Villarosa isn't currently at war with anyone, nor has it been in the lifetime of its current ruler. There were some border skirmishes with the Republic of Geliswade in his father's time, though; the two nations don't really like each other, mostly because Geliswade objects in principle to monarchy and nobility but isn't actually a great example of the virtues of republic. Villarosa isn't formally allied with anyone, either, but it has strong trade agreements with Trefoil, Meixing, and Fujisan and weaker trade agreements with several dozen other countries.

That's about all the substantive stuff he has an appetite right now. He starts browsing for music while continuing to report on the user experience of the translation spell and the internet.

Villarosa is a very, very big country compared to anything on Amenta, and has the music output to match. It's disproportionately what the population of Ancient Earth might have considered thematically appropriate to a baroque monarchist space opera romance, but even with that caveat the diversity is stunning.

Then he will be able to find some things he likes after enough random stabs! "I think I like it here," he remarks cheerfully.

"I'm glad." 

Meanwhile the other reds are settling in. Peka has figured out how to nurse her baby and is doing that, and singing to her. Couples and families and the IT guy's husband and a few singlets all pick out rooms and go touch everything in them.

"Room" is perhaps not the most precise word; each is essentially a little suite, with attached bathroom containing soaps that the Amentans can figure out and some cosmetics widgets that are likely to take trial-and-error. Each of the suites has a recognizable bed, with a set of various blankets, some of which can be identified as basically a quilt (albeit a more regular one made of more expensive fabric than a red quilt is likely to be) some of which are more arcane in origin but still, ultimately, blankets. Some of the suites are set up for individual people, with smaller beds and not much furniture besides a desk and some storage items, and some of them are set up for couples, with bigger beds and more storage space, and a few are set up for families, with a second room attached with two of the smaller beds, a table and chairs, and a toy chest full of toys cheap enough to write off like the little bottles of hotel soap everyone steals. 

The reds are enchanted. Some of them start investigating the food situation rather than luxuriating indefinitely in the suites.

The pantry contains a couple of shelves full of dry ingredients, several shelves full of packaged foods, a small fridge/freezer combination full of cold ingredients, and a large fridge/freezer containing things like milk and juice and ice cream and microwaveable meals. The kitchen has a cupboard of things like mixing bowls and measuring cups and cake pans, a stove with space to put up to ten things on it at a time, a very large oven, a couple of microwaves so that more than one person can microwave things at once, and a chiller. 

Peka will try a microwaveable meal! Someone else will try the recipe on the back of a bag of couscous.

Picking at random will yield her a denebian venison steak with sliced lotus root and peas. It wants to be microwaved for five minutes, and the back of the box contains a chart explaining the nutritional content of the meal and an affidavit that the meat inside is 100% vat meat, no animals were harmed.  

She is not sure what demographic that is catering to but the steak is great! She eats it one handed while Katin sleeps on her shoulder.

If she wants dessert there are a very large number of flavors of ice cream available and also some non-ice-cream options like hand pies and little boxed cupcakes.

She wants CUPCAKES!

The little boxes offer the flavors "chocolate" "carrot" "yellow" "red bean" and "bananas foster"

...it is an exciting day and she is going to do her darndest to eat five cupcakes. (She gives Couscous Guy half the banana one.)

It is at this point that someone accidentally discovers that squeezing the plastic dongle on the room keys summons a holographic stylized person made of translucent glowing blue shapes. 

"Yeep!" says the someone, one of the two-year-olds. "Dad!"

"What the heck -" says his dad.

"This one is Solace-delta-sexta," the hologram says in a faintly artificial yet distinctly feminine voice, folding its "hands" and bowing its "head" deferentially. "This one has been assigned to the Amentan preliminary immigrant group."