"I have one rocks!" she says, taking the rock.

Apparently Mexico uses the his-father school of language-learning. "I have one rock." He scoops another off the ground. "I have two rocks. I have one hand -" holding it up - "I have two hands. I have one ear..."

"You have two ears, I have two ears. I have - two two two two two -" She wiggles her fingers.

"Ten, you have ten fingers. You have one rock, you have two hands, you have ten fingers. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten. You have one rock, I have two rocks, we have three rocks."

She picks up another rock. "We have four rocks." She points at the sun again.

"We have, uh, one sun. The world has one sun."

"I have two suns," she says.

"That doesn't make sense, the world goes 'round the sun and it couldn't do that if you had several of them, how'd it know which ones to go around? Uh -" he gestures with rocks - "world goes around the Sun." Three examples, the rule is. "I go around you." He does that. "I go around the shrub." He does that, too.

"I have world goes around two suns." She arranges rocks, two big ones closer together, and moves a littler rock around them.

"Huh, okay. How'd you get here? Never mind, that's too many new concepts. This rock is on the ground. Theodore is on the ground. This drawing -" he scuffs the ground with his feet - "is on the ground. England is on the Earth. The Earth goes around one sun."

"Valinor goes around two suns. We are on England? We are on the Earth?"

"We are not on England. Not - this is not a rock, this is not a hand, I am not Mirelote Ambela."

"We are not on Valinor, we are not on England - we are on -?"

"Good question! Uh, good question is I have no word for where we are."

"Word is - rock is word, sun is word, goes is word?"

"Yeah, sorry. Rock is word, sun is word, goes is word. No word for here, because I've never been here before. I - " He apparates a few feet over. "Probably. But I don't know how, I wasn't trying to come here."

"- word -?" she asks, pointing at where he came from and where he went.

"Apparate. You cannot Apparate?" She looks too pretty to be a Muggle but they can't all have smallpox probably. That means technically he shouldn't have shown her that but he hadn't really known she was a Muggle or for that matter that she hadn't seen him arriving, right, so it's only sort of his fault. Maybe Mexico's government isn't hardasses about things like that. Maybe they are hardasses about things like that and she will want to marry him for the exemption to the statute - okay, that's stupid.

She'd get along with his family, though. 

"I can not Apparate.

- one, two, Theodore Way, four, five, six-seven?"

" - so you do know the family name? You could've started with - yeah. Timothy Way, Michael Way, Theodore Way, Aaron Way, Minor Way, James Way, Samuel Way."

She tugs on her ears. "I have - not you ears -"

" - yes, you sure do."

"I have not-you-ears seven - Nelyafinwë Maitimo, Canafinwë Macalaurë, Turkafinwë Tyelcormo, Morifinwë Carnistir, Curufinwë Atarinkë, Pityafinwë Ambarussa, Telufinwë Ambarussa."

Well that's super confusing and he doesn't have anything to say about it. 

Shrug. "You not have you-ears Mirelótë?"