Mercutio's on the couch again, this time with some sticks and a knife. He's whittling them idly, stripping off the bark and clearing it all into a neat pile at his feet.
"I'd be willing to teach you." She frowns, slightly dissapointed. "The alphabets have to be somewhat similar, right? Or maybe the Bar could have something that could help?"
"I can read." Mercutio looks vaguely offended. "In both the Roman and the Greek alphabet, thank you. And a little Arabic, but I would not really consider that reading. I had only just begun to learn it when I died."
"I never said you couldn't. And that's good that you know the Roman alphabet. That's what ours is based on." She offers him a friendly smile. "You know a lot more languages than I do."
Mercutio flips open the book. "This is the Roman alphabet, although strangely printed. I simply do not understand what it says." He sounds it out. "As-tro-no-my."
[ooc: you know the thing where everyone at Milliways automatically speaks a common language, right?]
"But... that is not the same word. Here, as-tr-no-my," he gestures at the book, "from your mouth, astronomy. You are talking Italian, but you say this is English." He is frowning.
Liz blinks. It never actually crossed her mind how she'd be able to understand the words of a dead Italian from another century. "It is English. To me, you're speaking English, not Italian."
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[ooc: you know the thing where everyone at Milliways automatically speaks a common language, right?]
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(ooc: yup. i actually had one of my other pups deal with the whole language thing a while back.)
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