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[devoutish]

No, not yet; this is wine from Royce's home.

[Alfie says, standing and heading back into the kitchen.]

We've got an unending supply of it.

[bywolves]

I think it was the first or second thing Alfie wished for when we got here. [ It's okay, K, both Royce and Alfie are still kind of trying to figure out the precise nature of their relationship. ]

We wished for the supplies, though. Should be getting started on it soon.

[obeir]

Oh. You have unlimited wine, but want to make more? [ K sounds amused. Apparently they're wine enthusiasts. Or high-functioning alcoholics. ] If there's anything from the Phone Tap that either of you would like, I'll bet Phil would be willing to trade for some of your wine, too.

[ And he's going to briefly lament Connor's inability to drink anything but thirium, since he'd have also liked to share the wine with him. ]

[devoutish]

The first thing.

[Alfie murmurs in response to Royce's comment, then goes on to clarify when K is finished talking.]

Ah, but they serve very different purposes. This wine, the Montemorcey--

[He sets the bottle down on the table, along with three glasses.]

-- this is from Royce's home. It's special. Making wine, that's something to do. It's a trade, of sorts, to undertake in our retirement.

[bywolves]

Mm. Our retirement. We're old men.

[ Royce jokes. ] Old men with not a lot of hobbies, apparently.

[obeir]

[ The mention of "retirement" causes a flicker of unease in K's expression. He understands how it's meant, the word just holds very different connotations for him, normally. ]

Wouldn't be a bad way to pass the time. [ He agrees. ] Like learning to play the piano. Soon you'll have good wine and good music to go with it. [ Well. Relatively soon, maybe. He does intend to actually teach Royce, not just use the lessons as an excuse to see how flustered he can make him. ]

[devoutish]

Ah, don't worry; we're not gonna be old and dull.

[He says it lightly enough, but he's eyeing K a bit more seriously, wondering about that flicker there.]

Well. Not dull, at least.

[bywolves]

[ Royce also catches it, but he doesn't say anything. He takes his wine. ]

Mm. K offered to teach me how to play the piano, so you're right. Not dull in the least. [ Joking, lightly: ] Every time you come home I'll play something from Lord of the Rings to grandly welcome you to the house.

[obeir]

[ K also takes his wine and curiously tries it. He's never been much of a wine drinker, so has little to compare it to. But it isn't bad, just... new. ]

Thank you for returning those to the rec center, by the way. [ The movies, he means, from which he's slowly transcribing the score to piano. And to Alfie: ] Is it also a favourite film of yours? [ Because if it's so important to Royce, it stands to reason they've probably watched it together. ]

[devoutish]

You returned them to the rec center?

[Says Alfie, who has a terrible habit of "borrowing" movies and then keeping the ones they rewatch forever. If anyone else has gone to borrow The Lord of the Rings, The Prince of Egypt, or Fiddler on the Roof, it's almost certainly Royce that they have to thank.]

Well, there's three, of 'em, but yeah, they're excellent films. We've watched them all many times.

[bywolves]

I returned them specifically because K asked. [ Sniff. ] When he's done with them I intend on borrowing them again.

[ He could just wish for his own, but y'know. ]

[obeir]

I'll return them to you both once I've finished. [ K offers with a small smile, figuring he may as well save them the trip to the rec center. ] It shouldn't take too long, the music's very— distinct.

And I've been wondering. [ Glancing toward Royce. ] Is the Elvish language of your homeworld at all similar to Quenya and Sindarin? [ That multiverse quantum theory stuff again. ]

[bywolves]

There are similar words and sounds. [ Royce replies, in mostly fluid elvish. He's been teaching himself, so it's kind of stiff and formal, but hey. There's a translator that automatically lets K hear the words in whatever language he knows the best. ]

For the most part, it is its own language, though it does share similarities with languages from Earth, I have found.

[devoutish]

We're both learning.

[Adds in Alfie, tossing Royce a small smile.]

He's better than me.

[obeir]

[ Unfortunately the autotranslation does ruin the effect, though K picks up on the fact it's a different language by the way it almost sounds like Cityspeak to him, a mishmash of several languages that's common in the city he's from. ]

I can tell you're speaking another language, but it doesn't sound like Elvish to me. [ He points out with a curious look. It isn't the first time he's encountered this. ] Will it only sound the way it's meant to if I also know the language?

[bywolves]

I don't know exactly how Zephyr works when it comes to this. Renart mentioned that she'd asked Zephyr to turn the translation off when she and Monty were learning... Spanish, I think.

You have to make a significant effort to speak it. It can be annoying, sometimes.

[devoutish]

Spanish, really?

[Alfie arches an eyebrow. Why on Earth would they want to learn Spanish? is the clear message here.]

It's a shame we can't use it to talk without other people understanding, then. That's the best reason to learn another language, eh?

[He shoots a half-grin at K, this time.]

[obeir]

Spanish, yes. She's also mentioned it to me. But I didn't know Zephyr could make exceptions for people like that.

[ Then to Alfie: ] That would be very useful, would it not? [ K agrees, speaking in the most common Yiddish dialect of his time, just to see whether or not Alfie might understand it properly. His pronunciation might sound a bit off to someone from the 1920s, but otherwise he speaks it without a discernible accent. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce lifts an eyebrow. He knows some Yiddish, because of Alfie, so he's interested that K seems to be able to speak it. Royce glances at Alfie, judging his reaction. ]

[devoutish]

[That reaction is, honestly, shock - not a bad kind of shock, but shock nonetheless. He exchanges a quick glance with Royce, then looks back at K, mouth hanging partway open.]

Fucking hell. Who taught you that?

[obeir]

I've always known it. [ He's always understood every language he encountered in his homeworld. Part of being the most advanced replicant model created for law enforcement, he can only assume. But speaking them is another matter, and he looks pleased to have apparently been understood clearly. Possibly by the both of them? ]

Shame my creators didn't anticipate me needing to arrest anyone in Elvish, or I imagine I'd know it too. [ An amused glance to Royce. You shady character, you. ]

[bywolves]

[ Snort. ] Sounds just a bit different than what I'm used to from Alfie, but it's close.

That must come in handy. How many languages do you know?

[devoutish]

If he know Yiddish, he must know a lot.

[Alfie continues in Yiddish, because why not. He figures Royce will be able to pick up most of that.]

Smart as a whip, this one. Very impressive.

[obeir]

[ Oh no a compliment. Largely undeserved, since it isn't as though K learned any of this the old-fashioned way through study and effort, but. It actually startles him into silence for a moment, it's such a rare occurrence for him, and then he's smiling. ]

More than I'll ever have need of. Covering every eventuality I guess. [ Taking his cue from Alfie, he'll also switch back, asking Royce: ] You also understand, then?

I feel like I've just joined a private club. [ Or a gang, if you will. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce knows Yiddish well enough at this point that he can follow enough to catch the meaning. ]

I do understand. [ Royce replies, settling easily in his seat. Teasing: ] Might want to think hard about joining a private club with people like us.