Confusion of the Mind

Apparently this place speaks a different language. By using your handy dandy pocket dictionary with both English and Pibbish. You don't know how it got there, but OK. The unintelligible gibberish translates into something about formally greeting pots of liquid silver. Looking into your book of countries' manners, you realize that you were in the land of Orgnet, inhabited by Pibbs. The little children suddenly turn on you, glaring at your nail polish. According to your manners book, nail polish is frowned upon. So you decide to...