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he shrugged. "dunno what it's called," adi said mildly. "all i know is my mother and uncle spoke it; it's all i heard for the first three months of my life or so. i've encountered a few others since that had the language, too."

he listened politely as engel listed his interests, stifling laughter at sleeping and bathing: the former seemed a no-brainer, and the latter, well, was important, but an interest. . .? he was not one to judge, though. now, the poetry. . .

"poetry, now that's interesting," aditya remarked with a smile. "i do like poetry. do you sing at all? that's something i enjoy as well."