"Wouldn't worry too much about the piano. Even if it manages to kill you, come back next day good as new. Happened to my boyfriend," she informs him with an entirely false confidence about how much death totally doesn't matter. If she were any better with people, even after so many months of practice, maybe she'd try putting things more delicately. But he's a man that wears an ant costume by choice, he can cope.

"Within this reality, things do seem to be suspended. There were some plants brought in from outside, and they never grow." She doesn't seem too overly concerned about it, mostly because it works out in her favor. "It's all rather fascinating, and luckily I heard enough of Bill's lectures to... already have a flexible view of time and space anyway." The part she's still struggling with is Magic.

She directs Scott down the promenade, full of a variety of different little shops and social spaces, until they arrive at Sand Dollars. She doesn't bother with the door, strolls right through the glass front window. Hopefully he doesn't do the little bird bonk against it trying to follow.