Belmarniss shows up early the next morning for her consultancy meeting, munching a pastry from her breakfast spread. "Hey - I was told to meet with a Luay?"
She goes through the phrases she outlined, and throws in a few more to demonstrate the component handshapes more simply - "why" and "maybe" and "please" and "hurry".
She will go over them as many times as necessary and steal his food to demonstrate in the one case.
He's not a wizard but he's not slow at it. He objects very emphatically to the food stealing with the "why, why, why" handsignal.
Giggle.
And the next day she goes and teaches Hagan's Secret Dad more words in spoken drow.
"D'you know anything about how they're setting up the expedition or are you not in the loop on that?"
He looks slightly baffled. Not by the word, it's come up in their survey of drow vocabulary. "Then it's their loss I suppose but I don't see what's worse for asking."
"It just seems like probably not everyone who vaguely thinks they have the qualifications to do some project they heard the church is hiring for should go knock on someone's door about it as a matter of general principle without even seeing, say, a job ad."
"They seemed done with that! Now I'm giving you overpriced language lessons."
"They might in a few weeks! And then you could buy them from cheaper people."
"You adventurers are always wandering off. I have a son who's an adventurer. Can never even figure out which continent he's on."
"Is he a cleric? I hear there are lots in the family in general and they're handy in an adventure."
"No, no, he stabs things. The pharaoh's a cleric, and Merenre, and some of my father's descendants by his second wife."