She watches this video just as happily. But when it's over: "Pretend is - girl," she taps her arm, "pretend girl?" she points to one of the cartoon people on the emotions worksheet.

"...Yes, more or less. Pretend is - a story for fun, or for a school example like that one. We don't have real spaceships that can go between stars, only pretend ones in stories - there are real spaceships, they can go to the Moon and stuff, but not to other stars." 

"Dunno words."

...Yeah that's fair enough. "Sorry." It must be really frustrating for her, not to be able to talk about her thoughts and have people understand them. (Jeremy is still not even really assessing whether she's from another world, since that would be weird and absurd, but it seems perfectly normal to be annoyed if you're saying repeatedly that you're from another world and nobody believes you.)

He smiles at her. "You're going to learn more words, though, right? With the worksheets. And then you can explain everything." Glance over in the direction of the kitchen. "I think dinner's nearly ready, want to go help set the table? It's a great way to get on Mom's good side." 

"I work words, beh. Help table," she nods, and heads in that direction.

Her clumsiness comes through again here, but she's not hesitant about doing the work, at least once Evelyn points Jeremy at the unbreakable plates, and she's actually fairly meticulous about nudging the silverware into the right spots.

She's neat. Jeremy likes her. (Jeremy likes most people, honestly, but Deskyl didn't even make it hard.) He...feels like there's going to have to be a Conversation with Mom, about this, but it can wait until after dinner. 

Evelyn carries over a large casserole dish of mac&cheese, smiling at both of them, and is very curious what they were just talking about but now is not the time to ask. 

Food! Deskyl doesn't generally tend to be chatty during meals, and today is no exception, aside from thanking Evelyn before she starts eating.