Fere tries to punch the magic snake in its weirdly reflective face. It turns out this doesn’t work at all but solves the majority of her problems anyway.
Somewhere other than Sesat, a very skinny person appears. She has facial tattoos, what might once have passed for a short dress, and a spectacularly awful haircut.
[...I mean it depends? Are you saying I can count on not being beaten because I'm a guest, or Jackson can count on not being beaten as long as someone is visiting, or...?]
[...I think I must be very confused about what kind of assumptions you're coming in with but you can count on not being beaten because you're not Brian's sub nor evidently about to ask to hook up with him and the two of them almost certainly confine themselves to the bedroom, without uninvolved witnesses like yourself, for whatever intimate activities they enjoy, not that which ones those might be are any of my business.]
[...I didn't ask about sex? I'm not surprised they're having sex, though, Brian seems to really like him. I meant... the thing where... you piss people off and so they beat you? And you don't enjoy it? Because if you enjoyed it they'd do something else? "Beat" isn't another way of saying "sex", it's the thing that ends with bruises!]
[...I do not expect either of them to beat you. If Brian beats Jackson, which, again, would be none of my business, it would almost certainly be because Jackson likes it and they both get off on it.]
[I sure haven’t heard of that! Maybe it’s a fair folk thing! But where I come from it is my fucking business if someone who helped me is in trouble!]
[Right, if Jackson looks unhappy, like he's not delighted with the whole arrangement, that would be cause for concern. But it is most probable that if you hear something along the lines of Brian hitting him they are both all in on doing that for fun.]
[We are human beings but it sounds like you're from a very foreign culture.]
[...I never heard of a human being that could talk in someone’s head before but I guess you’re right. Can I do that?]
[You'd have to be like twelve. Any older than that, if the last eclipse didn't get you it's too late.]
[Magic's very rare, if you lived in a small enough town it could be nobody'd had any there for generations.]
[I... moved to the capital of Sesat and still didn’t see any magic? Maybe just nobody did it in front of me.]
Whatever. She’s going to flop on some soft-looking furniture and stare at the ceiling like she can intimidate it into explaining everything.
[How many people live there?]
The ceiling has lights recessed into it, and a ceiling fan.
[Uh, like... a lot of people, so many I don’t know all their names and I bet the ones whose names I know don’t know everyone else's names between them all, and it smells bad? And then there’s also slaves on top of that in case you want to count them too.] And if she’s super lucky Isabella will be really offended about that.
[I have absolutely no idea where on Earth there's a civilization that's like you describe, it sounds pretty outlandish. Slavery is incredibly illegal here. - except in informal recreational senses with no legal force.]
[WHO WOULD BE A SLAVE FOR FUN, IT FUCKING SUCKS!]
Whoops, that’s not how she planned to come clean about that, if she decided to at all.
[I don't understand the appeal myself! But you're in America now and nobody's even going to be able to figure out where they'd deport you to if they wanted to try, so I think you're free and you can stay that way!]
[Oh, incidentally, since you crossed the border in a magic accident you are under no legal obligation to leave, though if you do you are not automatically entitled to come back unless you get formal residency in some way.]
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