"You dear girl. Well, I'd have to start by asking you which god. There are so many." 

"Are there a lot who wrote books? God who was a man, who was a scientist, wrote books. God of knowing all things who seed too much and broke, maybe wrote books but is a bad idea read them. God who drink too much, no books I think. God of lying no say and not believe if he did."

Miss Enderbridge does not look particularly confused or nonplussed by this. "Well! You do have a point, there are certainly fewer gods who wrote books, so that should narrow it down. It's not ringing any bells just yet, but this old mind gets forgetful and there are three thousand books in there. I'll see what I can do for you." 

"Thank you."

"And Alfirin! Do you have any book requests?" 

"I want to learn all the science but I think it is wiser to learn English and then science later, is hard to learn English science when I don't speak English good."

"...Well, I'm afraid one thing I don't have is English primers. I'll certainly have a look and see what I have for you." 

Evelyn nudges her way out through the door. "Well, girls?" 

Iomedae does not understand the question. "Yes, ma'am?"

It was a stupid question because being in Miss Enderbridge's presence has a tendency to make Evelyn feel like she's about to be politely scolded by an intimidating high school English teacher. "Are you ready to go, or did you want to finish talking about whatever you're talking about?" 

"We are talking about books." Miss Enderbridge hasn't dismissed them yet??

"We were! These young ladies are delightful, Evelyn, you should be very proud of them." Miss Enderbridge gives them a little wave. "Go on, then, I can see Evelyn has errands. I'll do my best on those book requests." 

"Thank you ma'am."

"Thank you, ma'am." Then Iomedae will follow Evelyn out. This was a fairly non-confusing interaction, all things considered, though she's not sure it wasn't because Miss Enderbridge was just playing along with whatever they said.

...Evelyn feels like she's missing something, but she is not going to ask. If Iomedae and Alfirin had a private conversation with Miss Enderbridge, it can stay private unless they want to tell her about it. 

"We're off to the bank," she tells Miss Enderbridge, smiling. "I'm sure we'll call on you later this week." For one thing, Miss Enderbridge's fridge and cupboards are incredibly sad and, now that Evelyn is paying attention to it, she looks thin. Clearly the neighborhood has been falling down on making sure she gets groceries. 

Alfirin feels like she is missing something. "Is that saying right nice words in America?" In Undarin one would be much more respectful of a local elder?

Evelyn is DEFINITELY missing something. "Hmm?" 

"Oh, no, that wasn't rude. I suppose it might be rude to talk to the mayor like that, but not to a friend." She winks at Evelyn. 

...Evelyn remains confused about whatever interaction just happened. 

"Okay.

...who is a mayor?"

....Evelyn is going to chivvy them along so they're not having this conversation standing around on Miss Enderbridge's porch. Miss Enderbridge has a book right there and probably wants to get back to reading it. 

"A mayor is sort of like a local President just for a city? So Reno has our own mayor, and other cities have their mayors." 

"And the mayors promise to - people who run bigger things than a city? A state, in the United States? And then all the states promise to the president?"

"Yeah, basically that. Though I think they mainly promise to uphold the laws and constitution of America, and the President doesn't just get to change the laws." 

"Right. They promise to the Government, not the President."

"And if they break their promise, the President has more men than they have?"