"Round and like, nu, in one piece?" Lev/Lyubov insists. Then they blush. "Nu, look. I know like, I'm sounding stupid? But ... please trust me, I need to know if thy world's in one solid piece. Like, materially. Not metaphorically."

As for the other thing, they seem entirely unbothered.

"I come from a place where the further one goes underground or into the sea, the likelier it is one will end up in the realm of dreams and death," they confide. "Metaphysics confined to one particular garden or public, nu, oy. Uhm. Amenities?" — yes they're pretty brazen about a lot of things, but too delicate to talk about public toilets in as many words to a stranger — "those I can tolerate. It's like, the physics what bother me, not the metaphysics."

"... but what's different, by thine?"