"Wow. I'm used to being outside like... most of the time."

"That sounds annoying.  There's bugs outside!  And actual inconvenient weather.  I guess if your buildings weren't magic it wouldn't seem that much worse."

"Buildings are stuffy and dark!"

"I guess if buildings were like that I would like being outside-outside too.  But we can do better than the real thing; you saw what the cloth shop was like and that's inside."

"Yeah, it was super neat."

"Thanks!  I mean I didn't make it but I'm glad you like it here."  Next tent: similar to the overtly-fabricky lantern one but with more focus on the warm side of the color palette and the occasional streak of vivid blue.  It has lots of smaller tents inside instead of a few big ones, and she can still hear the rain pattering on the outside of it.  Somehow it has that extra-cozy feeling of going someplace warm after having been out in bad weather even though she wasn't at all cold or wet in the previous one!

"Ooooh, this one is kind of - snuggly."

"Yeah!  That's the rain, it isn't like this all the time.  But it's usually pretty nice one way or another; I like living here.  - My place is that one," he says, pointing to (presumably one member of) a cluster of tents a ways away.

"It's like a maze in here, it must be hard to learn your way around - I mean, probably not for you if you grew up here -"

"I guess it would seem that way!  I can probably get you a map or something, if you're worried about it."

"How do you even map it? There's stuff inside stuff!"

"Well, ideally with magic, though I'm sure there's a cheaper way to do it if you're clever.  - Probably you should just get a pocket; then you'd be able to pull one out for wherever you were, even if it wouldn't do folding layers like the actual embroidered ones."

"...a pocket. A magic pocket, presumably."

"Yeah!  'Innernet pocket' if you want to be specific.  They're all connected to each other; people put stuff in theirs and then anyone else can take out the pattern of it from their own.  And maps are the sort of thing that people have definitely put in there."

"The pattern?"

"I can show you when we get inside - you keep a certain kind of fabric and thread in it and then it assembles itself into whatever you were looking for when you pull it out."

"That sounds so weird! Is that how all this is made?"

"No, we haven't figured out how to get them to do anything much more complex than what you can write on a page yet.  They're getting better all the time!  But this was all people."

"Write on a page?"

"Well, or draw."

"I just don't think I get the - whole concept."

"I can show you that in a minute, too.  Do you not have paper, or is something else the confusing part?"

"I don't have any on me? It exists. I just don't know what exactly the magic is doing - maybe showing me will make it make sense."

"Sure!" he chirps, and before too long they're at the cluster he indicated.  One of the flaps opens with a wave of his hand as they approach; inside, the rain isn't audible until with another wave it is.  The comfy feeling starts up again with the patter.

Rabka may have already guessed that the tents she's gone through are all bigger on the inside than the out, but it was hard to be certain at such large scales and in the dim.  With one merely house-sized, it's much easier to tell that this is much more spacious than could possibly have fit in the silhouette she saw.

"You said you were pretty hungry, right?" asks Aiu.  "Do you want at the sandwiches now or should I make something more hearty?"

"I want at the sandwiches! I don't know what one is but if you can eat it I want it!"