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[river_meimei]

The door opens, and River wanders in.

She looks to be in a reasonably good mood; at least, she's looking around the room, rather than staring at the floor or the air, even if her gaze doesn't quite settle quite normally. It's the tall boots today, rather than bare feet, under a loose floral skirt, and a couple of shirts in layers.

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[lastgunslinger]

And Roland eats as well.

Eventually: "What language is that, that you were speaking?"

[river_meimei]

"Mandarin."

She even remembers to use the English term. It's about even odds, generally.

"Everyone speaks it. They speak both. Not here."

She blows out a breath.

"Silly. It's not hard."

[lastgunslinger]

"Hard if you've never heard it. Or if you're from another world.

Roland says something. It sounds like he's gargling grease.

[river_meimei]

She gives him a strange look.

[lastgunslinger]

"See?"

[river_meimei]

No, she doesn't.

The strange look continues apace.

[lastgunslinger]

"You know Sellian?"

It's admittedly an obscure piece of profanity.

[river_meimei]

A bit more peering.

Eventually, "Cerulean?"

"Means blue," she explains helpfully.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland shakes his head. "A language of my world. Sellia. A Barony of the Outer Rim."

[river_meimei]

River thinks about this.

Then she decides that her dinner is more interesting.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland might agree.

So he, too, eats.