hangingoutwithcrows

"Oh," says Ursula, just before she opens the door to her world. "You're speaking English, right? I didn't even think of that. Well, it's fine, my English is pretty good and most of the people in town speak English." (By "pretty good" she means "basically fluent," at least judging from how easily she switches over to it.) "You'll be fine. Let's go!"

She opens the door onto a little winding cobblestone street: something very clearly European, or it would be in Liz's world.