The scenery is sparkly! And tall!

As plausible a way for a country of the fair folk to look as any, really. She kind of likes it.

"What am I even looking at?"

"- well, I can't see through your eyes, what are you looking at?"

"I don’t know! I don’t know what anything is except the cars and taxis and people and the sky. And the air."

"I certainly hope you can't see the air! There's, let's see, traffic lights, and buildings, and that's a tree, and those are trash bags..."

"What are the bags made of and where do traffic lights come from and why do the buildings look so weird here?"

"The bags're plastic, the traffic lights come from... factories I guess... and I don't hardly know what kinds of buildings you're used to!"

"Human ones! Made of, like, dirt, and not that tall! And what're plastic and factories?"

"Wow, nobody builds things out of dirt anymore - not in developed countries - plastic is, like, this," she taps the divider between them and the taxi driver. "Or this." She produces her driver's license. "Factories are buildings where they make things, like plastic, or shoes, or whatever."

"Oh. Cool. Thanks." Fere wants to learn how to make plastic but probably she'll have to stick with cleaning for a while. "Why did the developed countries stop building things out of dirt?"

"Well, it's not a very good material, is it - cheap, I guess, but not durable or good at keeping the weather out or building taller."

"...I guess so!" Those buildings sure are taller, so... yeah... yeah, that really tracks, doesn't it.

"Yeah, it's mostly like, bricks and wood for low-rise stuff, concrete, lots of that, and the tall stuff is steel."

"...Bricks are dirt... in Sesat."

"You know, I don't know the first thing about how bricks are made. I think they are at least complicated dirt somehow."

"Huh. Well... everything still looks weird, anyway."

"Well, welcome to New York!"

"Thanks!"

The taxi ride goes on for another while and eventually deposits them, less some of Ms. Wright's money.

The house is a grand brownstone rowhouse, four stories tall, with a little fenced-in garden either side of the front steps. Inside it's got a lot of marble and glass and gold and houseplants. Ms. Wright is greeted by a much taller woman who trots up to her and takes each of her hands in hers and drops to her knees and says some things in English.

Huh. Fake servant pretending Ms. Wright outranks her by more than Jackson was pretending Brian outranked him.

Fere can... wait for them to do that and then wave? That seems like a reaonable idea?

The fake servant waves at her, smiling, then returns to gazing happily up at Ms. Wright's chin.

"This is my sub Wendy," says Ms. Wright, petting Wendy's hair. "She's also Ms. Wright but she doesn't go by it the way I do, you may call her Wendy."

Okay, well, Fere didn't follow the reasoning there, but the important part is this person is Wendy. "Nice to meet you. Uh. Guess there's no point in saying that."

"Well, I can translate, but I'm not going to be doing it for every pleasantry indefinitely," says Ms. Wright. She bends down a little bit - Wendy is a lot taller, so the differential when Wendy's on her knees is small - and kisses her, then tugs on her hands so she resumes standing and motions to Fere. "I'll show you around the house."

Fere can follow for the house tour, sure.

There are a lot of rooms in the house. Tonia and Wendy share a suite on the top floor (bedroom, bathroom, giant closet, sitting nook), which opens out onto a balcony in the back with plants and a bench swing. The third floor has the guest rooms, including the one where Fere will be put, and another bathroom, and a library-cum-media-room with a projector screen that pulls down over some bookshelves and a slightly higher floor behind the first sofa for a second sofa behind it to allow a better view. The second floor has the kids' rooms and their bathroom and a playroom. The ground floor is the kitchen and dining room and living room; the living room has a piano in it.