"Work is... Evelyn work food, now? Robots do all work," she nods.

"All the work! That must be luxurious." ...That's not an easy word at all, is it. "- Sorry. 'Luxurious' is - having everything done for you, not having to do any of the annoying work yourself." He grins a little. "Though it sounds like the robots wouldn't do your schoolwork for you?" 

"Robots good," she nods. "Robots do... robots do school work, say school things for kids; robots not do worksheets, robots do worksheets silly."

Giggle. "I suppose it would be silly, if you're supposed to be learning things! ....The word is 'teacher', that's the person who tells the kids in school what to do and gives them worksheets. We, uh, don't have robots that can do that. There are some robots here, I think, but they do things in factories - uh, places that make things like toys, or cars..." 

This conversation is completely ridiculous. Deskyl is not even SLIGHTLY screaming for no reason, though, and - honestly he's enjoying talking to her? And Jeremy is so qualified to quickly find a video of a factory assembly line with robotic arms making colorful plastic toys. 

It's a cool video! "Robots Echitov place make food," she mimes a plant growing out of the ground, "do animal things. Other places robots do this. Here, robots make food?"

"Not in people's houses! I think maybe robots can make, like, prepared food in big factories?"

...He will have to quickly Google that.

"- Yeah, I think that's right, we have robots that can do a lot of the work to candy that's sold at the store in bags. Things like that. Maybe the frozen TV dinner kind of food, too?" Those are probably mostly words Deskyl doesn't know and Jeremy doesn't feel like Googling to confirm anyway.

"...Does, uh, Echitov have robots that can cook like Mom - Evelyn - is cooking right now?" 

"Behna. -behna Echitov word yes, I know yes but," she makes a vague gesture.

"Yeah." Jeremy hasn't been in this specific situation before, but he knows that Mom thinks that it's very important to support a foster child's culture and religion, and presumably speaking a different language that might or might not be from a different planet is the same sort of thing. 

"'Beh-nah'? Am I saying it right?" 

"Beh," she grins. "Like 'yeah'. Eerh for no."

The second one is actually kind of hard! "Erhh? Eeghr? ...Sorry. Uh. Eerh? Is that better?" 

"Yeah." She's not laughing at him but it's pretty obvious that she's amused.

That's super fair, he's really pretty meh at languages and he's probably butchering it. He's also perfectly capable of chuckling at his own incompetence. 

"...Tell me more things about Echitov?" he says, more to make conversation than anything else, though he's also actually kind of curious at this point what else she'll come up with. 

"My place Echitov for make food, big place, not many persons. Have.... video but..." she gestures in front of herself, indicating a three dimensional space, "other place, or school things... teacher things? or silly things. Have trees, have water place, have animals... big persons have car, I not go car, I go my place and not other place."

Yeah, she doesn't look old enough to drive. Though who knows what the driving age is on another planet this is stupid. 

Big place, not many people, for making food. "Did you live on a farm?"

He will go search for a video of a farm with lots of machinery. It take a couple of tries to pull up a video. 

"Farm! Beh, thank you. Echitov farm place."

Huh. 

"Did Echitov only have farms and schools? Or were there other things there too?" 

"Other things other places Echitov, I not go."

Nod. "You - never travelled very far from where you lived and went to school?" 

"Dunno words. Echitov, my place, kid house not have car, I not go car, I go not-car places, I not go car places. Not-car places - kid house, big persons houses - I not go big persons houses - farms, water place, tree place, animal place. Kid house have school. Other places, I not go."

...Nod. 

"What were the big people - the adults, grownups - like?" 

"Different adults different. Adults go kids house, do teacher, do other thing like teacher, good, I like. Other adults, good, or," she wobbles her hand and wrinkles her nose. "Enh. My mom, my dad, enh. -more good my two brother, enh me."

Jeremy wonders what 'other thing like teacher' is meant to be referring to.

"...Your parents weren't nice to you? But were nicer to your brothers? I'm sorry to hear that." And it's, tragically, one of the most normal-for-a-foster-kid things she's said so far. 

"Beh." It's clearly not her favorite subject, though she's handling it well. "I okay, kid house good, kids good, robots good. Evelyn good, too."

Jeremy is also pretty good at noticing when a kid doesn't really want to be talking about a particular subject. "I'm glad you like Evelyn," he says lightly. "Always nice when a foster kid has good taste in who the best mom is." 

Hmm, does she want to try explaining to him about the Force? ...there's probably not enough time, and she still hasn't figured out how to do it with the vocabulary she has. Maybe after dinner. What else... well, there's always vocabulary to gather. "Foster?"