"I'm sorry I don't have anything in your colour." Patik seems genuinely apologetic.
-and then Patik dives into trying to recite the limerick, going tor as accurate a pronunciation as possible. They have a relatively good handle on a lot of the phonology, but there's still some mistakes and there's a tendency to smoosh all the sounds together. It's only after Patik has the poem mostly memorized that they ask what any of it means, and from there start playing with word order and checking if the grammar allows them to do that.
There's no small amount of detours to just play with sounds.
If Zarian's happy to keep providing corrections and occasional infusions of new material, Patik seems happy to keep working on this and hiking until Deptka decides to call a halt around sundown. If Zarian wants to talk about a different subject, this is possible, but will require blunt or repeated efforts to get Patik off the subject of Cretari for long.
The hike, if Zarian still appreciates wilderness views, is stellar. A winding trail along the mountain peaks where frequent breaks in the treeline reveal the whole of a valley spread out below, with nothing resembling a city or town or so much as a solitary log cabin visible. The line of sunset sweeps across the valley floor - this trail is on the western side of a mountain range going north-south - and with Patik's borrowed jacket the wind isn't as fearsome and Zarian has the option of enjoying the clean crisp air.