"Sure!"

She starts singing. It's in Genoshan, so he should understand it pretty well, and it's focused solely on actual material effects the sun definitely has, like the beauty of its rising and setting and the fact that it enables plants to exist at all.

It's a pretty good song.

It really is.

"That one's my favorite," she says when she's done.

"It's nice."

"Yeah. There's some other ones that I like nearly as well, but--not in Genoshan."

"And I probably can't learn a whole extra language at this speed."

"Yeah, this is crazy impressive as-is."

Beam.

Eeee so pretty.

Aaaaaah so pretty.

"So, at risk of getting sidetracked and possibly kicked out of the restaurant again, more language lesson?"

"Absolutely!"

She repeats back things she remembers from last time, attempting to construct somewhat less gratuitously simple sentences.

Languages, whee!

Also it's fucking gorgeous, so there's that.

Aww. He is delighted that she likes it so much.

"It's got some of my favorite aesthetic traits from two of the languages I already know, dolled up with some extra pretty!"

Giggle.

"Granted that they're related languages. Anyway, more vocabulary?"

More vocabulary!!

Ooh, vocabulary!

This time she does notice when they finish their food.

"We could continue vocabulary lessons elsewhere," says Milan. "Or I could be responsible and go home, I suppose."

"We could compromise and continue the language lessons in a University garden?"

"Sure!"