"Because people are maintaining them. And they're made of glass and metal and stuff."

"Glass is very easy to break I think." 

She eyes one of the glasses on the table suspiciously. 

"- yes but mostly if something hits it, it doesn't rot."

Fika giggles.

"It's funny that you make buildings out of things that don't rot even though you do rot."

"Wood buildings can't be as tall."

"Tree I lived in was taller then this and wood. Not a building I guess."

Fika balances on one foot.

"Why do you like living high up if the outside is so hard to climb and when you fall you won't be able to nap like I can?"

"- well, I just take the elevator instead of climbing or falling."

"How many elevators are there to take?"

"I think this building has three shafts and a dozen cars, or something."

Fika has no idea what those words mean, so she ignores it.

"Lets go and take one and then find my rock together!" she says, grabbing the Amentan's hand to lead her. 

"- I'll help you with the elevator but I don't want to go looking for a rock, sorry." But sure the elevator is here and there's the call button and the doors open up.

"What are you gonna do instead?" 

"My job?"

Fika thinks that probably isn't any fun, but she'll leave her to it, going out into the city herself to look for her rock. 

The rock is not in evidence, but there are lots of Amentans doing lots of things, like cooking and trucking and walking and constructing and painting.

Oooh, painting!

Yup. These purples are painting a four story rowhouse that just went up; it's mostly sky blue, with dark almost-black green trim, and a brown shingle roof that someone is working on at the same time.

Fika dips her hands in the paint and helps!

"- whoa, hey, kiddo -"

"Not a kiddo, that's one of the -"

"- what do you want me to say, 'hey you' -"

"- look, this kind of paint isn't supposed to go on like that, 'kay?"

Fika will look at how they are trying to put it on and try to do that with her hands.

They're using paint rollers and brushes, so hands are not really the tool for the job. A purple hops down from a ladder to bring her a rag to wipe the paint off her hands. "Here, you don't want to get that on your clothes or anything, right?"

Fika boops the purple's nose with her hands to change its color.

"Boop!" says Fika, sticking her tounge out.

"Oh, boop to you too, little miss," says the purple, catching her hand and snorting and wiping paint off. "Make sure you don't get any in your mouth, I don't know what it'd do to you but it'd make us sick. Are you bored, there's a green school across the way, they'll have fingerpaints."

"I want to climb-and-paint. Do they have that there?"

"Probably not. I don't know a good place to climb-and-paint for fun; we're doing this to get the house to look right and you're not part of the work crew."