"And we'll stop by on the way and say hi to the neighbor! I should really do that more often. She's older and she can't drive anymore, which means she's pretty stuck in her house." Evelyn smiles around the table at the girls. "- But I'm going to have a little more of this before I put it away, I think it came out delicious." 

(And hopefully Iomedae and/or Alfirin will also feel encouraged to take another helping if they're still hungry?) 

Iomedae will do that. She is thinking about more tests of if Evelyn is serious. 

Evelyn is mostly thinking about logistics, but in the back of her mind, she's confused. 

It's not confusing that Alfirin didn't seem to know about the concept of banks, and was suspicious they would be corrupt; banks probably are corrupt in third world countries, and not accessible at all to especially poor rural areas. Iomedae's family was better off, so it makes sense that she had heard of banks...

She's - not sure what she's confused about, actually. Maybe something she's missing because it was while the girls had switched to Taldane. (She is very carefully trying not to show any sign of unhappiness when they do that, but it's definitely tricky.) 

- also trying to think about her confusion here is exhausting, and she had kind of agreed with herself that she wouldn't do that anymore? And would let the girls come to her with their secrets once she's proven that she's worth trusting. She should get a move on on proving that, then. 

Once everyone is done eating, she'll pack up most of the remaining salad - there's still a lot - in a large tupperware, and also fill a medium tupperware to take to Miss Enderbridge. 

"It's about a ten-minute walk," she says. "I know the way, obviously, but - I want you to learn how to go places you want to go, so why don't we go look it up on Google Maps? We want the Wells Fargo on Caughlin..." 

She can pull it up for them, tracing her finger along the road, pointing out that it's more or less right along the way to the route they take in the car for getting onto the highway and going anywhere else in the city. 

Google Maps is how Lily wanted her to find Lily's home. Iomedae will give this lesson the attentiveness she only reserves for a quest she has agreed to take on. This is even more unnerving intensity than her usual unnerving intensity.

Evelyn is indeed unnerved, and confused! She can tell when something is desperately important to a kid young adult - reading that is something she has a lot of practice at - and she does not at all see the connection for why Google Maps of all things is apparently more intensely important to Iomedae than having the Bible read to her. 

...not going to poke at it. Evelyn will cheerfully show Iomedae how the basic navigational features work, though it's going to be pretty hard for her to use it independently until she can read and write fluently in English and knows how to type on a keyboard. 

She explains the regular route to the bank, and also that they'll have to take a little detour this time in particular to go by Miss Enderbridge's house, though it's not too far out of their way. They live at 4591 Village Green Parkway - it's probably a good idea for the girls to know their address, if they're going to be leaving the house independently - and Miss Enderbridge is a little ways down Lynnfield. 

And once they've looked over the route, they can go put their shoes on and head out! Evelyn is carrying her handbag, and offers Iomedae the tupperware to hold onto. 

Iomedae is happy to carry things, up to and including Evelyn herself should it come up. She Detects Evil as she goes, just for the habit, which means she looks a little distracted.

There is no (detectable) Evil to be found in this particular neighborhood of suburban Reno. 

Miss Enderbridge's house seems to be...half of a house? There's a single building - in total maybe a little wider than Evelyn's house - but it's divided in half, with two sets of steps and two porches and two doors and two mailboxes with numbers on them. The house itself looks more decrepit than Evelyn's, the fake-wood substance of the wall dirty and faded, and there are missing roof shingles. The lawn on that side is bereft of the various brightly colored plastic toys that litter Evelyn's lawn, and only a little overgrown, held back from the cobblestone path to the door by a row of little wooden boxes full of soil with flowers growing from them. 

The wood of the porch is also faded, but not rotted, and it's very clean and tidy, with a nice welcome mat and a rocking chair tucked under the overhanging roof. 

There's also a very elderly woman sitting in the rocking chair, thoroughly immersed in a thick book, a cup of tea resting on the tiny end table at her elbow. 

"Miss Enderbridge!" Evelyn calls out, and heads up the path. "I've brought you some of our leftovers, we made too much pasta salad." 

The woman lifts her head. "And you've brought your latest young ladies too, I see!" She smiles at Iomedae, showing remarkably white and intact teeth for a woman who looks at least eighty. "My, don't you look strong!" 

"Hello, ma'am. I am a holy warrior."

This earns her a wider grin. "Really! Goodness, you don't see so many of those around these days. Or at least not in these parts." Wink at Evelyn. "Like she fell right out of a story! Imagine that. I think I must have some stories around about holy warriors, young miss, if that's the sort of thing you like to read." 

"I want that very much."

Miss Enderbridge is really very....herself. 

"Miss Enderbridge owns a lot of books," Evelyn says. "She used to teach reading and writing." 

"Really, Evelyn! I used to teach literature." Miss Enderbridge seems more interested in paying attention to Iomedae and Alfirin, though. "And who's this one? Not so much the warrior type, I wouldn't reckon, but what sort of creature are you?" 

Diplomatic smile. "This is Alfirin, and the, er, holy warrior is Iomedae." 

"Iomedae. Now isn't that just a name out of Greek legend! ...Not a specific Greek legend, mind you, but it sounds like it ought to be. Well, young lady, maybe you were destined to be a legendary holy warrior." 

She turns to Alfirin. "And your name sounds a little like one of the fae, but one mustn't make assumptions." 

"What is 'literature'?"

"Studying the works of the greatest writers of history! It's reading, yes, but it's not just any reading. You could read the back of a box of Cheerios, but that's not literature." 

Evelyn clears her throat. "Should I just, er, bring this inside for you?" 

"Yes, dear, that would be lovely. You can pop it in the fridge. Door's unlocked." Miss Enderbridge turns back to the girls, who she clearly finds vastly more interesting. 

"What" do Americans think "are the greatest writers of history."

"What did they write?"

"Oh, you could never possibly get everyone to agree on that! Which is why I have all of them. ...Well, the ones in English, and some Greek and Latin - and some French, the Romance languages aren't too difficult to pick out if you've got Latin - and a bit of German but I confess my German was the first casualty of old age. I'd be right missing out on anything great in Chinese, though, or Arabic, if it's not been translated. I could tell you my favorites, but if you want the whole literary canon you'd have to be here all day, and it looked to me like dear Evelyn is on a mission." 

"The ones that God writed, you have those?"