"That's silly, they're like baby pets."

"They have to be really tiny to get born, I think they can't fit a lot into being that tiny."

"Hm. If that were true wouldn't big 'mentans be able to fit more than normal sized 'mentans like you?

"Well, yeah, grownups can do stuff I can't do."

"Oh! Like what?"

"They've just had more time to learn stuff and they're bigger and stronger and more graceful."

"Oh, like Meelia. With stilts."

"I guess? I haven't met Meelia."

"She's a very strong and acro-batics-y friend of mine."

Fika does a cartwheel to demonstrate.

"She's not bigger though, is she? And she's old but all the things she knows are different from the things grownups know I bet."

"Oh what sorta things do grownups know?"

"Like how to do jobs and do money things and schedules and stuff."

"Oh, I learned how to do those things!"

"You know how to do a job? Maybe you should do a job so we can have money."

"Oh that's a good idea!"

Fika will look around to see what jobs she can do.

People around here seem to be selling food and clothes and useful doodads like boxes and horses and dishes.

Fika does not have any of those things to sell - do any of them seem to make the things?

Some of the food is being cooked on the spot. Some of the clothiers are stitching behind the counter.

"Hi! I want to help with clothes making!"

"...do you have a letter of reference?" says the seamstress.

"Nope!"

"Then no. Take some classes or find an apprenticeship."

"How'd I do those things?"

"- this isn't my job. Go away, you're distracting me."

This is a strange reaction!

Fika can try to find someone else though.