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[ Probably because John's pocket-sized, K thinks but doesn't say. At least Royce doesn't seem to have any similar hangups about also being pocket-sized. ]

Sounds like trying to solve riddles. I wonder if they could be taught other languages, too?

They just experience the world differently. They don't use graveyards, so they have to come up with a term for what it is, in ways that are familiar to them.

[ A beat. ] I've never thought about trying to teach them other languages. I can only imagine how much of a headache that'd be, but - maybe I'll try.

Our linguist.

[Alfie leans his shoulder into Royce's for a moment.]

How would that work, if it's all done in your head? Could you teach them to speak out loud, somehow?

[ K thinks on that for a moment. ] Maybe a sign language. They have very simplified grammar compared to spoken languages. And everything's about body language, not pitch or tone of voice. Seems like something the trees might better understand.

[ Royce very easily makes it easy for Alfie to lean against him. It's almost second nature at this point. ]

I'd have to learn proper sign language first. I can't imagine trying to teach the trees thieves cant.

[ That'd be hilarious. ]

[Alfie makes the sign for joke, meaning to indicate something like haha, that'd be funny. They haven't talked about the thieves' sign language in a while, but he remembers!]

Can't imagine how they'd do the shapes, anyway. I know a bit of Meulin's sign language, as well; she taught me the letters once.

That's a sign language from your home? [ K guesses, and watches with interest as Alfie signs something he doesn't recognise. Then his expression brightens. ] There's one way to circumvent Zephyr's autotranslation, maybe.

[ He's testing it while he's speaking: he holds two fingers against his chin and swipes downward, then touches his index and middle fingers of both hands together twice. And then he's smiling to himself, not expecting them to understand that he just called them a sweet couple. ]

In a manner of speaking. It's more a code than a language. [ Most words don't exist in thieves cant - just concepts. Royce grins at Alfie's gesture, pleased he remembers. It's been at least a year or more since they've had to use it.

He also squints at the hand motions. There's something that should be translated, he thinks, but he didn't catch all of it. ]

Hm. No idea what that is, but maybe it just takes a second to kick in.

Nope. I haven't got a clue, either.

That sign of yours didn't translate, either.

[ Curiously, K sits a little straighter so they can better see what he's doing, and signs a simple: Do you understand? And then a not so simple: Or can I continue to compliment you in secret? ]

[ This time he does actually see the full sign, and Royce looks amused. ]

You complimented us the first time?

That's a yes, then. But I would also like to hear details.

Guess it was lost in translation. [ He raises his eyebrows and gives them both a look as if to say, oh no, nothing I can do about it. ]

Then I'll assume your thieves cant bypasses it because it isn't a full language. [ It's too bad about the sign language autotranslating — that could've been fun to exploit. He doesn't expect he'll have any real need for a secret language in the Meadous, but it's interesting to note how Zephyr's autotranslation works. ]

[ Royce nods a bit. ]

It only has a few relevant words. We used to use it to supplement the Russian, Yiddish and Elvish conversations we'd have in Norfinbury.

What we're saying here is that we had the power to piss off everyone we spoke to, if we wanted.

[ Kind of sounds like they developed a garbled Cityspeak all their own, he thinks. ]

With everything that I've heard about Norfinbury and the people there so far, I wouldn't blame you.

Not everybody was terrible. [ He glances away. ] But there were people who we tended to try and make life as difficult as possible.

How long have you been here?

[Alfie asks, looking over at K. He's wondering if he'd had the chance to meet Emily, before she left.]

[ And K has to think about it. It's easy to lose track of time in a place like the Meadous, where it doesn't seem to matter very much. ] About half a year, now.

[ Longer than he'd realised, judging by his mildly surprised expression. ] How long for you two?

Longer. Two years? Or - a year... and some. I can't remember. Time seems to go by faster here.

A year and a half.

[Alfie says quietly. Then, louder:]

We had Emily Kaldwin with us for a bit. She was in Norfinbury, as well. And she, well; she was one of the good ones. Yeah. One of the best.

[ At that K falls quiet for a long moment, sensing the gravity of what he's being told. Past tense. She must've become "unlost" and returned home? Surely not back to Norfinbury. ]

The young girl who lived with you. [ He guesses, having seen them together before. Having photographed them together before, for that matter, when he'd been documenting daily life and festivities around the village for Gabriel's museum. He glances down at his hands, wondering if he should mention it.

Well. They can decide for themselves whether or not they want to see the photos. ]

I never got to take her portrait. [ Just as he'll probably never get to take Royce's, because Royce. But it seems rather regrettable, now. ] But she's in some of the photographs I took around the village, for the museum.

[ It's been hard for both of them, Emily's absence. Royce keeps his eyes down on the table, tracing his finger lightly over the rim of his wine glass, until K mentions he has pictures of her. Royce's gaze snaps up. ]

You have pictures of her? [ They also have pictures - the tablets are good for that - but about half of the pictures are from Norfinbury and Royce doesn't like remembering those. ] I - I think I'd like to see those, if you don't mind.

[Alfie's reaction is also immediate - he leans forward, eager almost to the point of desperation.]

Yeah. I don't suppose you've got them near at hand?

[ It seems his instincts were right. He retrieves his phone from a pocket and accesses the camera settings. ]

I don't know if Gabriel's set them up yet, but I gave him physical copies for the museum exhibits. [ Just mentioning it hoping they'll go sometime, since Gabriel would surely like more people visiting.

Laying his phone flat on the table, he sets it to project the contents of the small screen via a much larger virtual display that hovers above the phone. After a moment the opacity auto-adjusts for the room's lighting so they'll be able to see the files he's scrolling through: thousands of pictures taken over the last few months.

Using the face recognition software on a picture of Emily brings up the others she's in, and he sets them to slowly scroll like a slideshow. Though he calls them photos, they're more like 30-second silent movies; the physical copies also retain the animation through the magic of futuristic technology.

There's nothing particularly remarkable about the contents of the photos themselves. They offer glimpses of daily life in the village — in some shots Emily is the focus, in others she's in the background, and Alfie and Royce are undoubtedly in a few with her as well. The photos also document the changing seasons in the Meadous, beginning at the end of last summer, and progressing into autumn, into winter. The most recent will have been taken probably a couple weeks prior to Emily leaving. ]

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so no retconning will be needed lol

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