Sure.

By the time Lintalai's parents get home in the evening Afen is nearly fluent in the mysterious language, though his vocabulary is still very limited.

It's funny.

"Hi, Lintalai! How was your day?"

"Pretty good. How was yours?"

"Pretty busy!" Scoop. "I am so sorry, I told you I wasn't going to go back to work for a few weeks and then off I go to work." 

"It's important. I'm okay. You could bring me if you want though."

" - that would be a lot of fun if you think you can save all of your questions for when there are not people around. Do you think you can do that?"

"...I could write them down."

"That would work. Maybe write them down in your language, then even if a court wanted your notes they wouldn't be able to get anything out of them."

"I want to do that but I can't type in my language and typing is better."

"That's true. Does your language have an alphabet?"

"Yeah."

"Then I bet if you would like your grandpa can set it up so you can type in it, though I guess you would have to learn to type all over again."

"There probably aren't games for it. But yes that is a good idea."

Hug. "I will ask him. Did you have a fun day?"

"I found good hiding places."

"I bet you did." Snuggle.

"Uncles wanted to know if I was too cold in the fridge but I wasn't and we think it's because I'm a plant."

"Gosh! And you didn't run out of air in the fridge either?"

"...no?"

Snuggle. "You are a very mysterious little plant."

Giggle.

"Do you want a bedtime story?"

"Yes."