"Yes," she said, as their tea came with the croissants. Two small white plates settled in each of their place settings, and beside the basket of pastries, their waiter set a set of jams in tiny jars - black raspberry, apricot, and strawberry, by the labels. "Yes, that makes sense." That would explain the difference in time, certainly, and it aligned with what she had been thinking, too.
Stirring plenty of honey into her tea, she paused at the cream. It was typically how she took her tea, but she realized now that she had no taste for it any longer. Her fingers dropped away from the creamer.
"But I'm sure that God is still everywhere - even if we are in different worlds." That was what her religion explained - omniscience, omnipotence, and omnipresence - and it was a great comfort to her. Then, the City was also quite a comfort, and she knew that the City could manipulate their world so completely as to make it seem as if it were performing miracles. She wondered if that was blasphemous.
"What was it like to hear the song of the stars at the Creation?" she asked. She'd always wanted to know.