"I know it's not, I just can't pronounce it. Yes please."

Pick pick pick. Fika helps clean her friend Kota who seems to really need it. He can also have a hug if he wants.

'ventually she goes in search of breakfast and a reminder of the name of the place.

The farm family - there's a whole family, not just the old lady - are willing to give them some day-old bread and an egg each and repeat the directions to Velora.

Velora. Also, directions.

"Do you have somethin' I could write that down on? So I 'member it."

"I don't think so," says the old lady.

"I can remember it I just can't pronounce it," says Kota.

"Oh, is it just the V sound you can't do?"

"Also can you 'member the directions?"

"I can't do any of those consonants. But I can remember the directions. We go that way first." Point.

"Vvv. Lll. Rr... I can try to 'member those."

Fika sets off with Kota - they should start now if they're gonna get their by the time Kota and Fika are sleepy again.

Yup. Trudge trudge.

"I don't like it here."

"Cause sleeping was bad?"

"And I miss my dad."

"Oh."

Kota can have a hand to hold if that will help.

"D'you wanna talk about why?"

Trudge trudge.

"He's my dad! He takes care of me."

"Oh."

"I don't think I know what being a dad means. But someone who takes care of you not being 'round sounds hard.

"I guess you never had parents. But you're also old. I'm not old."

"I dunno what you not being old has to do with how you have parents?"

"Old people don't need taking care of."

"Oh. Why? I thought every-one needs taking care of some-times."

"I mean they do if they're sick or something, not if they're just doing whatever."

"And if you're not old you need taking care of even when you're doing whatever?"

"Yeah."

"Um. I can take care of you here if you tell me how."

"I don't think you can!"

"Oh. Okay."

Trudge trudge.

Trudge trudge indeed. "We're gonna have to skip lunch, probably."