It's a family dinner. They've taken another pound or so of meat out of stasis, in five little pieces browned and covered in salt, still hot from when it was seared two months ago. There's a big pot of oatmeal and a salad and bowls and spoons for people to serve themselves. The people are just sitting down - a middle-aged couple, a strikingly handsome man with very dark skin, a young woman whose eyes are focused on something not in front of her, and a girl just launching into a monologue. They're really not expecting company.
Dareni considers this for a while and then says, very carefully, "I know how to teach somebody Hari."
"I was trying to do that but you looked annoyed ma'am?"
"I know. I'm know? I'm sorry I can understand you ma'am?"
"I'm not a ma'am I'm Peka Atan."
That doesn’t make sense! It’s probably a word that Peka Atan is using nonliterally.
"I'm a ma'am? I'm Dareni Know."
The younger of the two men present interrupts with a question and when Dareni answers it he walks out the door and away, dropping a coin into the busker's bowl on the way.
Dareni thinks about what to say, sighs, turns to the older man and says something in Devin. And now Dareni is surrounded by floating green stars that fade in and out of visibility.
"Whoa what the fuck."
A description would totally have been too much to ask for, huh.
"I don't whoa what the fuck. ...I don't whoa what the fuck. I know." She gestures at one of the floating stars. "Ēá."
"I don't whoa what the fuck ēá. I whoa what the fuck you where I am."
"Are you - saying you - brought me here??"
Aaaaargh. Frustrating though that is, it does give her the last word she needs to at least try to explain the situation to Peka.
"Uh. Gēr brought you here. I can’t understand gēr brought you here. Uh, hm. Peka Atan, Dareni Know," she says, gesturing at the people in question, "Hanu Ēá," the man, "Thira Híerān," the woman, "Eyik Gēr," who looks maybe as old as four Amentan years old. Eyik waves. "Eyik Gēr can't brought you here. I saying - Gēr brought you here, I can't understand, I whoa what the fuck. I - " Dareni makes a frustrated noise and a gesture like she's brushing all that aside. "I don't know Tapap. I can't understand Tapap. I can understand you. I want you to do saying?"
"I... don't know what to say, ma'am... uh..." She will start tentatively singing in case that's an acceptable way to do saying?
That’s very acceptable indeed!
What is she singing about?
The first thing that popped into her head was the national anthem, actually, but it's not very long and she will then switch to random top-forty type songs about clubbing, holding babies for the first time, gathering all your friends in the park for a party, being a secret shapeshifter alien, a cute little bakery staffed by charming friendly purples, the Emperor of Oahk time-traveling to ancient Sheern and getting put in his place there, breaking up with a girl you loved in spring because she sucks in summer, and waiting until next year to get pregnant and being very maudlin about that.
Dareni eventually informs Peka that Peka is an alien.
"Oh. You know, that makes sense now that you mention it considering it's so weird here."
"I'm fascinated by this world you come from," says Dareni. "I never knew how life could be before I met you."
Which is about when the person who left returns, now carrying a small box.
"Oh, uh, I'm from Amenta. It's a... planet... I don't know where this one is so I don't know if it's anywhere nearby..."
"It is not anywhere nearby. - We wanna give you this, we hope it helps you understand what we're trying to say," she says as the other person offers Peka the box.
"You want me to.... take the box? Like with my hands."
There's some quick, baffled Devin discussion. (They conclude that she's afraid it's cursed and doesn't understand that they don't need to touch her to do magic to her.)
"Do you feel like you've gotta show the whole world first?"
"I don't know what that means. Uh. At home people mostly. Don't want me to touch their things."
"It’s your thing now. We want it to be your thing."