Lyra looked up from the bowl she was holding steady for Jesse to spy Zarah, Zigma, and another villager. She waved as they washed up before turning back to the bowl and pitching it this way or that, to get all the scraps off the edges and into the mix. Zarah was, predictably, excited about seeing something new. The barrage of questions elicited a grin from the Terran, so charmed by Zarah's zest for unknown technology.

The Terran giggled, her tail flicking like a cat's, "[color=lavender]I can tell; it's something that's so adorable about you.[/color]" She gave Zarah a sweet smile and George a nod, before she turned back to their mixing, "[color=lavender]it's a good thing Zigma's here to introduce me, ey?[/color]" She extended a hand to take George's, turning her head to look at him, "[color=lavender]seems everyone knows my name already. Good meeting you, George. I don't mind if you tag along at all.[/color]"

Once pleasantries were out of the way, she'd turn her mind to Zarah's questions, "[color=lavender]let's see, in no particular order... It's powered by me, it's called hardlight, it's not [i]collapsible[/i], but it doesn't need to be. You want to touch it?"[/color] A sphere of the hard yet lightweight "material" formed in front of Zarah, "[color=lavender]here.[/color]" It was hard and smooth, like glass, but warm to the touch.

"[color=lavender]No idea where they came from, but an Aeva is, simply put, a kind of spirit. I guess you could say they come from crystals, like the one you found, but I don't think that's what you were asking. The crystal you found was a material we call Aevon.[/color]" She'd finished mixing the dry and wet ingredients together, and grabbed a loaf baking tin, to fill with batter and shove in the oven. She began to pour, "[color=lavender]when you wore the crystal, you began to give to it. Eventually, you gave enough and the energies in the crystal mixed and reacted, forming Zigma.[/color]" 

If she wasn't careful, this one would ask questions and render the careful dance around the subject of the Scourge useless. They were a few layers of questions away, yet. It wasn't a pleasant topic, and was liable to scare poor George. And Zarah. And Zigma. And that wasn't condusive. Lyra would probably be better off throwing out a bunch of chaff, "[color=lavender]sure, we can go see my ship. It's probably not what you're expecting, we don't build 'em like we used to. You know, Zigma can probably do hardlight, too. Most Aeva can, to some degree. Hardlight and holograms are pretty common. Have you tried it before, Zigma?[/color]" Lyra looked up from her pouring for a moment, only briefly.

When Lyra was done pouring, Jesse reformed the hardlight beaters into a vague scoop shape, scraping up the batter from the bowl and pushing most of it into the form. The rest went in Lyra's mouth again. The fox reached up to where Jesse was perched on her shoulder and rubbed her back carefully. After that little bit of affection, she'd take the bread form and pop it in to the oven at last.

"[color=lavender]If you want to go see my ship, it's down the mountain face, in the forest. It'll be a bit of a trek, but I was planning on making a trip either today or tomorrow.[/color]"