"No? I mean, I think technically as a theological point they do believe that all orcs should follow their interpretation and that their interpretation demands the outfit, but you're not even orcs and as a practical point they don't bother visitors. There are areas we tell Elf tourists not to go at night and this isn't even one of them." He parks the car.

"I'm not worried about being assaulted, I'm worried about being insensitive, but if they don't care what I'm wearing I won't dye my jeans. What about you?"

"Don't own any black. And I don't want these dyed, I need them for work."

"You want a set of robes like his to go over what you've got?"

"Sure, that'd work."

The intern is enrobed.

They walk down the street. People wave at them. Children stare. One runs up and tries to poke Cam's wing.

Aww. The kid may handle the wing if she really wants.

The kid's father apologetically stops her after a couple seconds. "They're real!" the girl announces triumphantly.

"I bet they are! It's not okay to touch people without asking!"

"Can I have touched your wing?"

(Their guide translates, giggling.)

"Awww. Yeah, it's okay."

She beams at him. 

"Do you all have a place to go for lunch?" the father says, putting his daughter on his shoulders.

"We hadn't made lunch plans!"

"We're making -" (- the guide shrugs helplessly - "I have no idea how to translate that, it's tasty though - he's inviting you, you could say you'd like to try it -")

"Timothy, you wanna go have lunch with this random orc family and try their food?"

"Sure - is there a reason they're asking or are they just that friendly -"

"It's possible we'll be proselytized to?" He asks their guide in Quenya if there's context behind the invitation they should know about.

"Not especially - it's not rude to refuse or anything -"

"Just wondering. I would love to try the" (name of food).

He communicates their acceptance and they are shuffled over to a very big apartment building. The inside has thirty floors of apartments ringing an indoor courtyard with a three-hundred-foot-tall winding playground full of children. They proceed elevator-wards.

"That is the best playground I have ever seen."

When translated this wins a grin. "Playground design and engineering is one of the most competitive majors at university," their guide comments. "People'll pick a place to live off which ones are nicest."

"Makes sense if you're going to have that many kids!"

"Now that there are lightleapers and demons we'll probably start colony planets!"

"Seems like the logical thing to do."

"We're not running out of space but we will be sooner or later." The apartment smells delicious and has four or five other kids running around; these ones ask wing-touching permission in advance.