"Quinn's new wig looks nice."

- She snorts.

"Was there by any chance some sort of hijinks with that?  We went to Mych's and they were all out of the size of yarn we needed; it sounded like it might have been Quinn."

She turns to Piae.

"Beaded stars, there were definitely hijinks.  Was that literally their entire stock?  - Can I interest you in some groceries, too; she picked up way more than we have room to deal with.  And about four dozen pairs of scissors."

" - Were you going to use those for something, E?  Not the scissors, I guess."

Who's E, Rabka wonders, munching a snack.

"We'll take the yarn and groceries you don't want.  Or at least some of it."

"Much appreciated.  So, Rabka, what's your deal; how do you two know each other?"

"We just met yesterday! He gave me a sandwich."

"Did you . . . need?  A sandwich?"

"Yeah, I was really really hungry."

"Oh.  Good you got one, then, I guess."

"Rabka's from really far away," notes Aiu.  "So she didn't know anywhere to get food around here."

"Oh?  Where?"

"Dorvil?"

"Don't think I've ever heard of Dorvil.  What country's that in?"

"Andeme."

" - Come again?"

"...Andeme. Is the country. It borders... uh... Salandar?"

" . . . I've never heard of either of those, and I'm pretty darn sure I've heard of all the countries.  Back me up on this, E, there's just the fourteen, right?"

Emira nods as she makes her way out of the room.

"I don't know how many there are."

"Do you know the names of any others?"