Meng Yao is sleep-deprived enough from his new baby that when the cry wakes him up he's halfway through the first verse of Northeastern Cradle Song before he goes from "why can't I find his bottle?" to "because I am standing on a street corner and not in my house."
"Being a musician is a very enjoyable job. Some of my relatives play in orchestras."
"Is there anything you think we should know about the Secretary of State?" Meng Yao says, concerned that small talk is going to lead to them not taking full advantage of this situation.
He loves this place. It is his favorite place in the world.
"Do his constituents know?"
There is traffic. Sometimes people in the traffic lean out their windows to shout at each other, things such as "I am full of brief but intense rage!" and "I suspect you of being intoxicated!" and "I may be ignoring the posted speed limit but you are driving on the shoulder to get past me at an even greater speed!"
He sings to his baby in Chinese until they arrive at the Secretary of State's office.
The staffer furrows his brow and mutters to himself in Chinese and says something about getting what you pay for from Duolingo and leaves. A different staffer shows them to the Secretary of State's office.
The Secretary of State is pleased to see them - he says so! - and wants to know how they have found this universe so far.
"It's lovely! Remarkably similar to ours in a lot of ways. I didn't expect that Wal-Mart would be present across universes."
"So far I've noticed one major difference between my universe and yours."