"Mmhm," she says agreeably. "What's your name?"

"Zazi."

"I'm Kaede. It's nice to meet you, Zazi. Is there anything you'd like me to change for you?"

"...I don't think so?"

"Perhaps a toy you'd like prettier, or maybe you want to change your hair, or you want your bed to be comfier..."

"I like my hair!"

"It's pretty," she agrees. "...supposing this weren't a dream, what do you think you should do?"

"Probably tell my uncles."

"And do you think you shouldn't do that, if this is in fact a dream?"

"I dunno."

"It's probably a good idea to tell your uncles anyway, then."

"I guess. Can you teach me to fly?"

"I could theoretically give you wings but they're not part of your body plan and wouldn't grow with you, I'd need to replace them every now and then with bigger ones."

"Oh. That's dumb."

"Yeah. Sorry. When you're an adult, though, you can totally have permanent ones."

"That won't be for like three years."

"...three? How old are you?"

"Almost two."

Sloooow blink. "Other planet, then. Probably. Or—other—species? Maybe? Er. How long's a day and how many days are a year?"

"A day's twenty-four hours and a year is one thousand four hundred seventy-five days."

"...it's bizarre that your days are the same length but your years aren't. Er. My planet's years are three hundred sixty-five, sometimes sixty-six."

"Sixty-six would be a very short year."

"Sometimes three hundred sixty-six, I mean," she amends. "But yeah a quarter of yours—wow. I—think I'd like to speak with your uncles."

"Uncle Savo's not here only Uncle Ror."

"Then I'd speak with him, if possible."