"Wow. Is there like a festival for her or...?"

"Kind of.  She got tired pretty quickly of having nothing but festivals in her honor everywhere she went, but there's still a gathering and an event schedule."  Thekla heads for the outside opening of the pew which her grandparents already left from, since Rebecca is still blocking the middle one.  "Let's go downstairs?  I fast before sunrise services and I want a shot at the good pastries.  Unless there's a reason you don't want to."

"Oh, sure." Down they go.

Thekla gets two paper plates and goes through the line, filling one with a selection of non-chocolate cookies and turnovers and the other with whatever Rebecca wants.  She always uses tongs instead of touching anything with her hands.

What a fastidious custom. Rebecca has been introduced to chocolate just now and is very much in favor.

The hall is nowhere near full capacity; Thekla gets them an empty table.  "How did you like the service?" she asks once they're sat.

"The pretty parts were super pretty but I was confused about a lot of it! Who's the Lady? We pay lots of attention to Mary, our Christ's mother, but I'd gotten the idea that your three didn't all have the same one."

". . . They have the same heavenly mother, in God, but different worldly ones.  The Lady's another name for Her."

"Oh, so it's just part of the same thing as saying God's a her."

"Well, yes.  Is yours not?"

"No, He's a Him."

"Huh...  Is there a lot of sexism in your world?"

"I don't know the word."

"When either of men or women get treated worse than the other, because they're men, or women."

"Well, we're... different, obviously? I don't see how you'd figure one was better off than the other."

"For a long time, and sometimes still today, in places, men were discouraged from acting on their creativity.  I wasn't sure if it was backwards for you, if your God's different.  Though you did say you sung."

"I sing. Men sing too."

"That's good."

"Yup. All the really really good music is harmony and you need all the ranges!"

"I mostly agree."  She picks up a tart and then pauses before eating it.  "Does your world have recorded music?"

"...sheet music?"

"No.  Here, let me..."  She rifles through her bag and extracts a case from which she pulls a curved band with two soft round things on the inside of its ends.  She uses her thumbnail to move something intricate on it with a sharp click, and the circles on the outer side from the soft bits light up orange, then switch to soft amber.  "Put this on," she instructs, passing it across the table.  "Over your ears."

Put!

"Sorry, let me find..."  Thekla spends a while causing a tiny lit-up oval from the case to make more clicky noises.

And then there's music, right in Rebecca's ears (though not over-loud).  It's the arpeggio-y piece from earlier, performed as an a cappella choral piece.

"- ee!"