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Conversational Lithuanian, Tuesday evening

"Today," Hannibal said, "I wanted to introduce a few basic verbs that you may find useful." He wrote them on the board:

Būti - to be
Galeti - can (helping verb)
Gaminti - to cook
Daryti - to do
Tureti - to have

He went over the conjugation of each, then continued, "So, I think you've all at least learned enough to begin trying to converse. You will want to know one more very important phrase, however: kaip tu sakai. That means 'how do you say'."

He smiled a bit mischievously. "So. Talk to me and amongst yourselves. Lietuvių. In Lithuanian."

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Ready to talk!

Jono Starsmore

Priestly

Eleanor Lamb

And Hannibal. He expects to have a lot of "how do you say x" questions.

Hooboy. Jono was going to be clutching to the notes he'd taken, for this one. He could carry on a conversation about music, if need be, and talk about how he was doing today - sort of - and all, so he figured maybe he could hold his own?

At the very least, he didn't have to worry about his tongue tripping over difficult-to-pronounce words. He might still mess them up, but that was more an issue with his memory than his mouth or lack of one.

Eleanor had been meaning to talk to Jono; she was no longer sure this could wait until Friday's class. This wasn't the ideal moment, but what was?

Okay. A glance at her notes, and maybe she could at least put this together.

"Šeštadienis," she began. Saturday. "Gal galite man padėti? Aš nesuprantu."

Can you help? I don't understand.

And in case he wasn't already sure what she meant, she added, "Kaip tu sakai unicorn?"

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That was definitely vocabulary Hannibal hadn't planned on covering, though he could understand the need now.

"Vienaragis," he answered.

Well, if ever there was a conversation starter that Jono desperately wished was actually in English, here it was. He glanced at Hannibal, attempted to commit that word to memory, and then looked back at Eleanor and nodded.

Okay, she wanted help, so...

//Ko norėtumėte?//

What would you like? It seemed like the proper response, at any rate. He had no idea how much further they were going to get before he'd have to tap out and ask her to just talk to him after class, but...

Allow several moments for Eleanor to flip through her notes. It wouldn't help to repeat Aš nesuprantu; he didn't know what she didn't understand.

"Kas atsitiko?" she asked, finally. What happened?

There was one word she couldn't find; maybe it didn't go into conversational classes because it sparked a larger response than one could hope to understand.

"Kaip tu sakai why?"

Jonothon closed his eyes for a moment. Bloody hell. He would have been at a loss for words even if this conversation had been in a language that he knew.

He opened his eyes again, and gave a kind of defeated look to Hannibal. There were a lot of things that needed to be said here, and shy of just asking all of it and having him parrot the resulting Lithuanian, there was no way he was going to be able to do this.

//Atsiprašau. Aš nekalbu lietuviškai...//

Sorry. I don't speak Lithuanian... Jono winced.

//Enough. For this conversation. Enough for any of this conversation.//

He reached a hand up and rubbed at his temple, wishing that he could heave a sigh. He needed one, right about then.

"Atsiprašau," she replied. "I didn't mean to --"

Ugh. That was English again. She bit her lip, before remembering that Jono's ability went two ways.

She caught his eye and tried thinking, in a clear directed channel:

I killed some of them. I just want to know that they were clearly in the wrong.

Joker had been shocked that she could imagine the unicorns as the villainous party; Rapture had taught her never to assume based on appearances. If she had helped to quell the rebellion of the downtrodden slaves that the unicorns kept as chattel, then she would feel unsettled about that.

"Kodėl," Hannibal answered her, "Why." He nodded to Jono and continued. "Godumas; greed? žiaurumas; cruelty? Nežinau; I don't know." The unicorns hadn't known why, so he could only guess.

This was certainly an interesting vocabulary to cover.

Jonothon nodded to Hannibal, grateful for his input there.

//Godumas, žiaurumas...// He balked for a moment, and then decided to just barrel on in English again. //The ones we were fighting got it in their heads that animals couldn't make a claim on the land they've had to themselves for thousands of years. They came with orders to either kill the unicorns, or break them.//

And to be broken could mean so many more things, when you were dealing with the Blood.

//Godumas, žiaurumas.//

"Labai ačiū," she said softly. Thank you. "It only occured to me later that it might have been ..."

She glanced over at Hannibal. "Kaip tu sakai uprising?" she asked. "Kaip tu sakai, desperate political coup?"

The men had seemed too well-fed and complacent to be freedom fighters, but she hadn't been sure until she asked.

"Sukilimas," Hannibal answered. "Beviltiška politinis perversmas. Or you could simply say coup d'état, since that's French anyway," he pointed out.

Jonothon nodded a little, his reply more a tired whirl of emotions than any actual effort to string together words. He kept it limited to Hannibal and Eleanor, partly because nobody here would have any use for them, and he shrugged his shoulders.

He understood her concern, and he was glad that she had taken the time to ask him about it, rather than letting that concern fester.

//Ne sukilimas. Unless you count the vienaragis. And they had every reason. Ačiū už jūsų pagalbą. Both of you.//

Thank you for your help. It might not even necessarily have been his thanks to give, but he suspected, at least in Eleanor's case, that it was his presence there that had clenched her decision to assist.

Hannibal nodded. He hadn't minded helping at all; it had been quite an interesting experience.

Eleanor was going to mumble kaip tu sakai under her breath until she was sure she could pronounce it. And try not to look so nervous.

Today's offerings:

Smoking bishop
Spicy beetroot and coconut soup
Porcini, foie gras, and douglas fir

Before or after class, if you like.

I'm going to bed. The day off would've been nicer if I'd known about it in advance and not spent it to, from, and in the auto shop.

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