He laughs.

"I am legitimately unsure how well you understood what I just said!"

"Something about it being hard to grow up in a city you founded?"

"Yep."

"I stand by my giggle."

She gives him two thumbs up.

Hee hee.

She goes back to naming various objects and adjectives.

Milan absorbs vocabulary like a sponge.

Periodically when she runs out of ideas on vocabulary to teach him she constructs sentences to teach him the grammar.

Fun and excitement!

"I wonder why you're better at this now than last time."

"Increased pressure," he opines.

She nods. "That makes sense. Maybe I should teach you my other languages, when you're fluent enough in Genoshan."

"Sounds like fun."

"Learning useful things usually is!"

"I agree so much!"

And eventually Atennesi comes and finds them.

"Hi!" says Milan, waving cheerfully. "I've been learning Genoshan! Is there by any chance a conspiracy to kill or otherwise drastically inconvenience Great Mages that explains why there are only six of them in a world of four billion people?"

"Not quite. There is a conspiracy, by Great Mages, to kill or drastically inconvenience any nascent peer who seems likely to be inclined to inconvenience them. Since the conspiracy in question also has a great deal of other negative effects on the world, this is most of them," he says, not sounding surprised. (He's totally surprised, but he has a brilliant poker face).

"Well, that makes perfect sense, thank you."

"I have learned way less Pax than he has Genoshan."

"If you wish for me to explain to you, it will have to be somewhere considerably more private," Atennesi informs her.

"I wouldn't mind a more thorough explanation myself, if there's one on offer."

"Yes, that seems sensible, since you've worked out as much as you have. You can both come back to my office, it's secure. You can both come back to my office, it's secure."