Baze had been curious about the waitrats and their society for a while now, and the best way to learn about them was to talk to them. Unfortunately, while they could understand him and his translated Jedhan, he had no hope of understanding their squeaks.
So he decided to learn their language. Bar gave him a music player with a primer loaded on it, and he threw himself into mastering the chittering speech. He learned the words for please, and thank you, and the rats' favorite phrase, "and a tip for you." He'd listen while working on his lightbow, and have conversations with the waitstaff in between times.
Like the one he's having now, with Work Experience.
"So what's the word for water?" Baze asks, sanding and shaping two ironwood inserts that will mate with the stock of his lightbow.
Work Experience squeaks at him, and Baze repeats the noise as best as he can.
Feel free to interrupt.
So he decided to learn their language. Bar gave him a music player with a primer loaded on it, and he threw himself into mastering the chittering speech. He learned the words for please, and thank you, and the rats' favorite phrase, "and a tip for you." He'd listen while working on his lightbow, and have conversations with the waitstaff in between times.
Like the one he's having now, with Work Experience.
"So what's the word for water?" Baze asks, sanding and shaping two ironwood inserts that will mate with the stock of his lightbow.
Work Experience squeaks at him, and Baze repeats the noise as best as he can.
Feel free to interrupt.

