And once she is all dried off it can be bedtime. The laundry machine can handle her clothes overnight and she can wear one of her host's shirts as a nightdress.

Weee, twirly shirt.

Cute alien!

Zzzz.

The next day Fika decides it is time to look for her rock again. Does her yellow know of any places that have cool rocks?

Yawn. Breakfast prep. "I don't think they've built museums yet, they weren't really the first priority..."

"Hm, anyone who has cool rocks of their own?"

"Not that I know of, hon."

"Maybe someone else will know I guess."

"Maybe. I bet if nothing else there's probably fieldwork geologists on the planet."

"Yay, fields!"

"- it doesn't mean fields like big grassy areas, it's the field as in they go work outside instead of in a school."

"Oh well, still sounds fun. I haven't liked schools so far."

"You went to school?"

"Mhm, it didn't go well. It was loud and I accidentally stepped on some peoples' heads."

"That's... yeah, you shouldn't step on people's heads, that's where we keep our brains."

"They were much higher up in the air than I'm used to people keeping their brains."

"I can imagine. Don't amaliens vary in height some?"

"Not as much as 'mentans."

"Fair enough." Yawn. "Well, I better get going, have a good day."

Fika heads out too!

"Hi! D'you know anyone who has cool rocks?" she asks the first person she sees.

"- no?"

"Okay!"

Fika asks 'nother person.

"Not here, sorry."

Fika is patient and there are so many Amentans!

Eventually when she has asked the same person on their way to and from their errand they ask if she has considered just putting a sign up.