"Forked aught days."

"What does forked aught mean?"

". . . . . Four zero zero?  What do you even mean."

"I would pronounce four zero zero 'four hundred'. I did not learn this language magically upon arrival like I did cat language, but rather already knew a strikingly similar language from home."

"That's . . . weird . . .  Uh, but no, four hundred is base ten, which would make it - " she counts on her fingers, mumbling, "one two four eight sixteen thirty-two sixty-four one twenty-eight - two hundred and fifty-six days."

"Okay, that is shorter than ours. What base do you use?"

"Eight, but like, just for time stuff."

"Fair enough. Is this language called 'English'?"

"Latin."

"Hoc est linguam Latinam?"

"Beg pardon?"

"We have a language called Latin! Had. It's a dead language. Many modern languages are descended from it though."

"That's - probably not actually weirder than having almost the rest of the language be the same??  How's your Rome doing."

"It is a perfectly nice city in Italy, the state the central boot-shaped peninsula from which the Empire reigned later turned into. They speak Italian, which is derived from but not identical to Latin."

"Huh.  Uh, we still have ours.  As an Empire."

"Is this part of it, where we are? Where are we?"

"Yes, and Britannia.  - Town's called Chelford?  What scale did you want."

"A map would be ideal, actually. I was trying to do some background reading but I didn't come across such basic mismatches as 'the Roman Empire is alive and well and they call this language Latin' so you can tell I didn't get very far."

She retrieves and tosses Cam a fridge magnet.

"Weird map projection but it looks like the same continents. Britannia's this bit?"

"Yes.  Projection?"

"That's what it's called when the spherical surface of the Earth is rendered on a flat surface."

"Uh.  How to put this - do you ever get called a conspiracy nut or anything back home - "

"...no. Is your planet flat?"

"Yes, of course."