"I'd let you look at my suit, but it's kinda my only one."

"Fair enough. I might break it. You could tell me about it, though."

"I'm pretty sure you don't have the words for it."

"So make some up? Or borrow them? I heard you can learn new languages better before you're twelve. I'm not twelve yet."

"Laws of thermodynamics, list them to me."

"Uh. Rules about heat? Heat goes from hot to cold always, not backwards. Heat doesn't go away it just goes somewhere else. Uh..... Can't think of a third one."

"Not bad for a primmie."

"I'm guessing that's an insult. We're not stupid. We don't have much stuff. It's impossible to get new metal, we're just recycling what we already have, and metal is kind of important for most grandly high tech I think."

"Inspirationally disadvantaged, got it. So, should we head upstairs?"

"Maybe better not. They're putting up posters of you and searching all the ships, trying to figure out how you got here. Maybe give it a couple of days. I actually have a bed in that abandoned house right there."

"...Why is that house abandoned?"

"I think they just shut off this whole part of the city and let it stay here because you need something heavy at the bottom or it'll flip over."

"Just checking, you aren't the weird slave of some murderer who lives in there, right? Because that once happened to us in an inn, and I can kill people with my feet."

"Not that he would need to," Maurice adds.

"If I'm anyone's weird slave it's my parents. Hours and hours of chores. But I'm done for today. Actually I lied I ran off to spend time with you guys, you are way more interesting than chores."

"Thank you."

There's that aching sincerity and lack of archness again. 

"So come in come in. And tell me about tech. Please."

Maurice's idea of "tech" is art supplies.

"So vantablack is the blackest black, and doesn't reflect any light..."

"Can you make any? Superblack could be useful for something. Probably."

"I probably could."

"It would not be in my top ten list of things to make being perfectly honest."

"Flight?"

"Yep. Think you can make an airship if I... Acquire... Enough materials and stuff?"

"Easy peasy."

"Well, I want to run away from home on an airship. Do you see the coincidence of wants here?"