"Well, uh, let's get you a drink and you can tell us all about it," suggested the merrow.

"She's been touching that briar," complained Keevan. "She's got, like, briar cooties."

"For fuck's sake, Keevan, why don't you go sing Roll The Old Barrel Along with the rest of the drunks while the adults talk about something interesting. Even if she is making it up, it's the best tale I've heard tonight."

Karis is starting to look a bit restless, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"I don't drink alcohol but if they have milkshakes or something I'd take that." She ignores Keevan, mostly because if she starts thinking about briar cooties she's going to have a bad time.

Karis is not looking very happy, and is scratching absent-mindedly at one arm, while the group at the table seem to be trying to ignore her existence as hard as possible.

"I don't think they have milkshakes," says the merrow, "that's more of a fancy Leaguish thing... they'll probably have some fruit juice?"

"I like fruit juice."

"Carri, it's your round."

A moody teenager with pointy ears detaches himself from the group and heads towards the bar.

Karis looks dejected, and slips away into the crowd.

Was this not the entire point of talking to these people that they might be annoying in some way but also give them stuff. Pelape will have to ask her about that later.

"So! Another planet, huh?"

"Yes, it's called Amenta. I'm really confused about how we speak the same language."

"...I'd never thought of it before, but it is pretty weird the Thule, the Druj, and the fucking Tsark lot speak our language?"

"What's a Tsark?"

"Boring pacifists holed up in some mountains, offered us stuff if we'd promise we'd go away forever and leave them alone."

"Your whole planet has a name? I guess some people call this one 'earth' but, like, who calls a planet a word for 'dirt' anyway."

"It's mostly only a swear word phrase anyway, like, 'what on earth', it could just be the material in general."

"Yes, the planet has a name - though other names in other languages, there are many spoken there."

"Oh yeah, like the Asaveans call it the Mound or something."

"La Monde, you uncultured oaf."

"Well, it depends which Asaveans, right? It's not like they only have one language."

"Bloody Asaveans, can't even agree on a language. Can't agree on anything."

"They all agree having slaves is great."

"Not the slaves, they don't!" 

"Anyway," the Merrow says with longsuffering patience, "what's different about your planet, other than the name? And what makes you sure it's a different planet and not just the other side of this one?"

"Well, for one thing we know what's on all the parts of our planet and none of them have this. Also we don't have magic, or any sapient species besides Amentans."

"Wow, no orcs at all? Did you kill them all?" 

"The whole planet? You must have some great boats. I signed up with a trade ship once, spent the whole time puking over the side, it's terrifying when you get out of sight of land and there's only the stars to tell you're not just going in circles."

"We never had any orcs, or any of whatever you are. We have good boats but also have flying machines, some people live on the moons."

"Oh, can you settle an argument then? Is the moon really made of white granite?"

"I am pretty sure our moons are not the same as your moons but our moons are not made of white granite."

"You have more than one moon? Don't they, like, crash into each other?"

"Nope, they're never that close to each other."

"It's weird how we really don't know much about the moon, if you think about it," muses a rather drunk Merrow. "You'd think it'd be just as important as the stars for conjunctions at least, but no, it's just kind of there."