"No!"

(Patayeni quietly leaves the room, looking distressed.)

”Okay. That... doesn’t really make sense. That’s... fine? I’m fine. Tonight you can stay here, and tomorrow we can take you to see competent people?”

"Okay. Thank you."

“Do you need - explanations, food, water, a restroom, a path, to be left alone -“

"Water, restroom."

These can be supplied!

The restroom is, predictably, kind of bizarre. The toilet seat is contiguous with the toilet instead of being liftable, the sink seems to only be capable of producing cold water, and everything in the room is operated by foot pedals, including the bidet, the sink, the lightswitch (which activates a dozen random glowy trinkets, and not an overhead light), and a dozen different scented and unscented soap dispensers. 

The foot pedals are a pretty good idea, honestly, once she figures them out. She doesn't like not having hot water and uses every single one of the soaps to compensate but walks out feeling adequately restroomed.

She’s greeted by a new person (wearing an extremely sparkly outfit) who chirpily asks her whether she’d rather stay in a private room or in the big communal one.

"...can I see them?"

“Yup!”

The big communal room has about two dozen hexagonal beds scattered about, isolated or connected to each other in various complex arrangements, and an impressive amount of clashing decor and miscellanea; it’s around 55 by 55 feet, occupying a large chunk of the bottom floor. Lounging in one of the beds is the only man she’s seen around the house so far, reading a book.

The private room is a little 8x8 nook with a single hexagonal bed and a triangular desk in the corner.

"Why these... six-shapes?"

“Squares are super tacky and triangles are awkward?”

Nuta points at the desk. "Three-shape?"

“- oh, um, triangles aren’t awkward as corner pieces? They’re great as corner pieces! Just, you wouldn’t make a bed like that.”

"Oh." She pulls out her everything. "Four-shape?"

“I don’t think rectangular beds are, like, super a thing? They probably exist but you couldn’t really connect them together the right way, or anything, it’d be yikes.”

"Beds together?"

“Like in the communal bedroom?”

"...huh.

Private room please."

“Sure!”

And then she is left alone in the private room.

The hexagonal pocket everything wasn’t removed from her possession at any point, if she’d like to continue learning the language.

Yeah, she'll work on that some more.

... their language seems to mark people by gender, for some words, and the three categories seem to be women, men, and... taller women illustrated next to pictures of purple flowers? 

Huh. Well, it was weird that they were so Amentan-like, so strictly speaking it should make her less surprised that they have three sexes. If Amentans could distinguish men and women reliably from a block away maybe they'd do language that way too, though she's not sure what the flowers are about.

The language learning app fails to elaborate on the flowers.

Night falls, after a while. 

Nuta goes to sleep, the better to attempt to align herself with local sleep schedule. The hexagon bed is weird but not actually uncomfy or anything.