"The fourteenth hour from when?"

"Oh, uh, midnight."

So like... two in the afternoon. "Okay."

"What do people count from in your world?"

"Also midnight. But the numbers roll over at noon."

"Oh huh. I know at least one culture that does units of twelve but their units are twice as long as an hour."

"People say twenty four hour time makes more sense but I'm just not used to it."

"Sure, cultural inertia, happens all the time. Nobody except tiny splinter groups speaks any of the conlangs designed to be efficient and even they generally speak something else too I think."

"Yeah, there you go."

Peressa makes dinner (stir-fry over rice; the stir fry contains some kind of spice blend Rebecca doesn't recognize, mushrooms, vegetables, and more Mysterious Meat) and offers Rebecca and Catherine the use of some spare pajamas and does Rebecca want, I don't know, calcium supplements? Milk has calcium in it so maybe a breastfeeding mother would want those? Peressa has not done that much research into postpartum nutrition. 

"I had some supplements I was taking but I don't know if calcium was in there specifically. It can't hurt probably?"

Peressa makes a note for the social worker to look into postpartum supplements and lends Rebecca her calcium supplements and general-purpose multivitamin on the grounds that that also can't hurt. "And I have iron supplements but I mostly just take those when I'm bleeding or going to donate blood but if you want them they're in the grey bottle."

"I think these'll do me." Nom.

Peressa retires to the couch again. In the morning there is the sound of sizzling and the smell of some kind of sausage. 

Rebecca and baby again sleep intermittently and rise late. Mmm, sausage.

The sausage continues to be less than identifiable but this is less remarkable in sausage form. The sausages go on bread with a slice of something that looks sort of like egg white and a thinner slice of something that looks sort of like egg yolk and some kind of sauce. 

"What is all this?" she asks after she's had some.

"Sausage and egg and, uh," she looks something up on her tinynet. "Fish and things sauce." 

"What kind of sausage and egg though. It's not like the kind we have."

"Duck sausage, ostrich egg."

"Wow! Okay. It's pretty good." Nom. "I think sausage at home is pork usually and the eggs are always chicken."

"Always? Why?"

"I dunno. Maybe you can get some other kinds some places but it'd be weird. I never heard of people eating ostrich eggs."

"Huh. Maybe nobody domesticated ostriches. We only eat eggs from domestic birds."

"I think ostriches aren't domesticated, yeah, they just run around in Africa and... kick things?"