They circle the planet and look at the architecture. They are somewhat disappointed.
"Maybe the aliens think they're pretty," someone says dubiously.
"No," someone else says. "Some things are universal."
"Maybe the aliens are all blind."
"That makes more sense."
"Well we have to pick somewhere."
This place has a lovely large statue-garden-monument thing that Elves would not go out of their way to avoid if it were in Tirion, though they'd probably walk through it quickly. They go for that one.
"I have been so curious about this," she remarks while she investigates that, "ever since you said."
She is really fascinated with his hair but eventually Katin wakes up and can be heard whining. "You know what I like about the south is people don't super care if I'm naked," she remarks, reaching for the latch on the back of the van.
"They'd be all, 'put some clothes on! Nobody wants to see that!'" She hops out and scoops the baby.
And he reluctantly gets dressed and heads out to go take an endless shower.
It takes a long time. The shampoo attempts to fry his hair.
This unfries it most of the way.
He makes a face and tenderly braids the poor fried hair.
He goes back to work. He writes Peka that it was nice seeing her and he very much wishes his hair could survive doing it more often.
He suggests they send a dozen Calado reds to Endorë to prove that it's an option for resettling them.
"I can ask the guy they send the next time they send him," says the red constituent services officer dubiously. "I predict they won't take us up on it until someone says something they interpret as a death threat."
He asks anyway.
"- send them to - do what?" asks the guy.
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