'Okay thank you.'

She looks up how to get to FIber Aisles and heads that way.

Fiber Aisles is a bus ride but not a complicated bus ride, and then a bit of a walk because it's a warehouse-type building set way back behind the more picturesque shops around it (beads, sewing accessories, bags/pouches/backpacks, ice cream place with heat lamps, noodle soup restaurant). The outside of the building is just aluminum siding with a big mural reading Fiber Aisles with each letter a different color and plaid, and backgrounded with flowers and curlicues and ruffley shapes and whatnot. There's a big sliding door leading inside, currently open but not all the way to keep out the worst of the winter chill.

Oooohh.  Maybe she will check out some of that on the way back but for now her priority is clothes.

Clothes! Fiber Aisles is organized like a giant chart of color, with light neutrals on the left and the rainbow in the middle and dark neutrals on the right, and warmth, with the toastiest wooliest items in the front, though the racks are on wheels so they may rearrange them by season. Each island of a particular range of warmths and hues has separate racks and shelves - eclectic and some of them clearly not originally intended for displaying clothes - showing off tops and dresses and pants and shoes and hats as applicable.

That makes sense!  She'll look for, hmmm, stuff that's soft, and not dangly or sheddy like the hospital person said, and looks like it will probably fit on her body.  She likes her existing clothes fine; other than that she doesn't have a great sense of her tastes, although she does notice herself staying much more towards the middle on the left-right axis than either side.

Most of the clothes are soft, though they vary in kind of soft, from warm-fuzzy to cool-silky and from dense drapey rayons to light crinkly linens and cottons. She could get this robin's-egg-blue wrap dress with embroidered vines on it. She could get these drawstring pants in cranberry red. She could get purple and grey plaid flannel pajamas. She could get this violently green-dyed pair of sheepskin boots. She could get this ruffly blouse in pink and gold tie-dye. She could get this fluffy sweater that ombres from lavender on top to indigo at the hem.

Yes she will take all of those actually, and enough similar items to fill out a little over a week's worth of outfits.

She also wants to hit the bags store.  Fish people have some bags, but humans are probably a lot better at them and they'll work so much better overwater, if her experience with pockets is anything to go by.

Humans have bags! Crossbody purses and messenger bags and backpacks and hip bags and handbags and shoulderbags. Leather and cloth and weird plastic triangles held together by chain links and net. With buttons and zippers and hooks and velcro and magnets. In every color and pattern and print, though heavy on the neutrals.

Cyllene wants one for her harp and one that looks like it'll be good for whatever stuff she might decide she wants to carry as she learns more about what stuff there is.  So, maybe a crossbody for her harp and some sort of big bag with lots of pockets that she doesn't have to use her hands for - that backpack looks good, the purple one.

Sheeeee has objects and can get more objects and right now she's getting objects for her objects~.  Being a human is fantastic.

It's good that food stores exist but she doesn't have any reason to expect them to be better than heading home for dinner, so that's what she does.

Dinner at home is mussels in garlic, homemade bread, peas for the exclusive pea-eater and some for everybody else too, and eggdrop soup. There's dessert tonight, brownies with cherry syrup on them.

Yum!

'Today I helped a person not die in heart surgery,' she informs the table.

"Ooooooh," say Sesh and Paju. "Was there lotsa blood?" adds Sesh.

'Not a lot.  It was weird for it to be flat.'

"Flat?" asks Shavan, craning his neck to see the writing.

'On land everything wants to go to the floor.  In water things move around more including blood.'  She tilts the tablet obligingly.

"Oh, I see. Yeah, things sink in water but they have to be a lot denser to do it and they'll do it a bit slower. In air things will only float around like blood would in water if they're gases or vapors too."

.......'What is the difference between a gas and a vapor?'

"Gas is something warm enough to act like air and vapor is something in tiny enough droplets to do the same. So water vapor as opposed to steam, for instance."

'I don't know what that means.'

"- so you know about water and ice, yes?" says Shavan. "If you get water very cold, it freezes."

She nods.

"If you get water hotter than that, it turns into a gas. Air is a mix of several different gases. Mostly nitrogen, some oxygen, a carbon-oxygen compound, little bits of other stuff. Most simple materials can be solid or liquid or gas at some temperature. But if you get something very small, like a fleck of dust or a tiny drop of water, it can drift around in the air almost like it's a gas particle even though it's not hot enough to really be one."

She takes a few experimental breaths, paying attention to the way she can feel something going in and out.  How it's different from how water used to; thinner, easier.  'Air is the land water?'

"- you could put it that way, sure."

'And vapors and gasses are both air.'