This suffices. Bird inscribes PLANS.

...the English alphabet is deeply inadequate and after wasting one page trying to draw up charts and to-do lists in it, she turns the page over and starts inscribing intertwined nests of sharply angular lines with the occasional English word sort of tucked in there like strange ugly fruit sprouting from a very geometric tree.

"Whoa, that's kinda pretty," says Keith.

"Thank you! It's the language I spoke before I was human. I can't pronounce it anymore but I can still write it."

"You spoke... a language before you were human?"

"Yes! Before I was human I was something else. Then a lot of strange things happened and now I'm here."

"What... were you?"

"I can't pronounce the name for us anymore and I don't really know how to translate it into English. We think very differently. I like being human much better because humans feel more feelings and the feelings are nicer."

"I feel kind of weird about the fact that no normal human has ever wanted to touch my dick."

"I don't think I can help you with that. I think even if I had always been a human I would probably not be a very normal one."

"You seemed normal apart from wanting to touch my dick and being really happy up till now!"

"That's really surprising! In my limited experience of humans not many of them seem to think I am normal! I guess it is more usual since I came here. Maybe the humans here are more similar to me than the ones where I was before."

"What were the other ones like?"

"I'm not sure how to describe them! I didn't understand them very well. The humans here are easier to understand. I think the humans here say more about what they're thinking? The other humans didn't usually explain things like why they were in the moods they were in, unless I asked, and sometimes not even then."

"Huh. Well, I'm glad you like being a human. I like that you're a human."

"Being a human is pretty great!"

"Oh good. Where are the the thing you used to be?"

"In a cave, very far away. I don't know exactly where, or how to get back there from here. I'm not sure I could get back there from here. Which might be good, because I don't want to go back there."

"Okay. And the things aren't going to like come here or anything looking for you?"

"I think that's really unlikely! I think I'm much harder to find now than I was when I was closer to them, and they didn't show up looking for me then."

"Okay, cool. I guess that's sad for them if being their thing isn't as good though."

"I think they mostly like it better than I did because they mostly have different priorities than me."

"Oh. Cool." He pets her hair.

She continues planning Cupcake Science.

What new wonders await at work the next day, besides the fact that she's giving all her coworkers cupcakes?

Well, there are customers. "One of the small containers full of potato salad please. The sale of meat is morally reprehensible and I'm better than pretty much everyone I meet."

"Wow, that's a thing to say," she remarks as she fetches potato salad. "I don't really understand about the sale of meat being morally reprehensible but in my experience thinking you're better than someone in that casual sort of way often leads to eating their brains so I'm a little bit concerned right now!"