"Wow, they don't like us where I'm from either but they haven't killed us all so far!"

". . . I'm so sorry, for whatever persecution you faced, and I assume your beliefs accurately reflect your world.  This world has three Christs.  There are religions which reject them as moral authorities, and there's a small group of people who believe only the first one is Godly.  There are a fair number of people who think the newest one is evil because she engages with demons, and I imagine a thousand years ago there was a similar backlash against the second, but that's the one who goes around dying for causes and I've never heard of any minority who recognizes xem and not the other two."

"That's weird? Also what's a xem."

"Christ Mirkes is male, Christ Sernes is female, and Christ Aurles is neither, which means in New Babelonian one says 'xem' in the place of 'him' or 'her' when talking about xem."

"...weird."

"After the service we can look into whether there are any religions here closer to yours, if you'd like."

"I think the three Christs thing is going to be kind of a sticking point."

"I suppose it would be.  Christ Sernes is scheduled to visit this town within the month; I'm sure she'd enjoy speaking with you then, if meeting her would help you in any way."

"I... have no idea. I guess if this is a different universe or whatever maybe the whole Christ situation happened differently..."

"Yes."  She sounds relieved.  "Yes, I think that describes the situation.  Will you be staying for the service, then?"

"...sure, I guess I can stay for it."

"I appreciate that.  You're welcome to wait in the sanctuary or help yourself to more food in the kitchen."

She will go try more weird food.

There's the same selection as previously!  Oh, and half a pack of cookies hiding in the back of the cupboard.  The fridge also has condiments, about a quart of milk, and a variety of creamers, should she look there.

The crinkly stuff the weird food is inside is so peculiar. She doesn't brave it to get a cookie even though she thinks about it.

None of the stuff in the fridge is crinkly, but the containers' materials are still otherwise peculiar.  A lot of the shelf food is inside thick weird paper boxes which if opened prove to have crinkle stuff hidden inside, surrounding the food, but the hot chocolate powder as she has already seen is in little weird-paper envelopes, and it turns out the Bira Bulk Variety Pack is too.  The ULTRA FLAVOR SATURATION MEROESI appears papery on the outside but if she tears it open it turns out to be lined with flimsy shiny maybe-metal.

Probably if any of this were somehow staggeringly valuable she would not have been turned loose among it so she will go ahead and open and eat things that look good from a "which of these alien foods would you most like to try" perspective.

If that happens to be the cookies she'll find that a flap of the crinkly stuff tears off with way less force than she was probably expecting!  But the edges of the panel are clean and it's not hard to stick it back on if she tries.  The cookies themselves are butterscotch chip, and texturally pretty soft.

Yummy!

A woman maybe a little older than Rebecca enters the kitchen.  "Hello."

"Hello."

"Mother Dedemos says you came here by miracle and might want some pastries before the end of service."  She offers a tray covered in white cloth (though with something see-through and shiny under it that causes it to slide around a little unnaturally).

"I've been eating but I could have some more." Peek.

Danishes!  With a variety of unidentifiable fillings.  "She also wants to know if you want the congregation to know about you, or that there was a miracle in general."  She peels back the plastic so Rebecca doesn't have to try one-handed.  "I understand discretion, if you don't."

"I don't think I'm a secret?"