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Dwin regarded Ike with exactly the same expression one would, if their companion revealed that they played bingo with aliens on Saturday evenings, not to mention movie nights and barbecuing beasts from another planet. She had no reason not to believe him, but he was giving her so much facts of stuff she was not familiar to and had no references to turn to that she began to doubt him a bit. Talking nonesense in a smart way required skill and craft. Doing it with a straight and earnest face was even more of a feat. 

She hesitated to challenge him on the subject though. Because - as she had told Reverie, sometimes a colourful lie was better than boring, grayscale truth. Besides - lies were bad only, when they harmed people, but she did not see, how Iceland, Hebrewland, dogs, huskies, percents and whatnot could cause any trouble. So - she decided to play along. "What are percents? And those number thingies you mentioned. Are they kind of ranks?" she asked one question this time.