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[undignified]

Wes has honestly been keeping up his practising of English letters. Just, you know, at a leisurely pace.

He's at a table now with his notepad, a pen, and the primer Val gave him, writing out as much of the alphabet as he can from memory, then checking against the sheet.

He manages about half each time.

He does a lot better at writing words like "vodka", "whiskey" and "drink".

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[twostandingby]

Tycho looks mock-affronted. "Wedge and I are pretty."

[undignified]

"Of course you are," Wes says with a grin. "Not as pretty as me, but still very pretty. 'fraid Lilly beats even you two on that, though."

A pause and then, in a conspiratorial whisper, "She might even be as pretty as me."

[twostandingby]

"Wow. That's pretty," he deadpans.

[undignified]

"I know," Wes says solemnly. "No one else in the galaxy has reached that level."

[twostandingby]

A bemused pause, and then he just shakes his head. "You're ridiculous, Wes."

[undignified]

"Yep," he agrees cheerfully, "and that's why everyone loves me."

Beat.

"I mean, apart from the already-stated prettiness."