"You are no longer home. While there will always be stares, which would you rather attract attention, looking like a cartoon or looking like yourself? While I recognize it will hurt to be gawked at for what the ignorant and completely stupid will think of as strange or wrong, you will be yourself, living by your rules, not by the rules of the ignorant and completely stupid." The crone was surprised at the hand hold, but she would take it. He was listening, possibly. He could be her...oh, if the boy were truly deformed, he could be the Beast to the Beauty she'd found. She'd make her own stories, wouldn't she? That would make her quite the little powerplayer.
"We have the power here. Those of us who were not born in this place. We decide how things should happen." Of course, the City probably had a different idea, but Baba would make it see that she was right, somehow.
Then he had to get...scientific. The crone didn't have a big issue with science; it had as many stories as the fantasies. Fables came from every genre, didn't they? But, science was not always her favorite thing to dabble in. She liked the magic much more.
"I see." She nodded. "I apologize if I seem bored. It is new to me. I am grasping it. So, it is...the basics? What we are made of? Can you find out anything by looking at these basics?"