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[redtogold]

[action; 1665 Nelson Street]

[Gash is currently seated on the front steps of his house, mumbling with paper and pencil in his grubby hands. The cold, he thinks, will help his brain process the lettering jumbling in his head. Seriously, how hard are a couple of sentences to figure out? It's like some alien-language, this English.]Sally... went to

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[battymadam]

[While he was concentrating, Foster wandered into his space]

Spelling homework, huh?

[redtogold]

[He seems startled at first, but then immediately relaxes.] That is so.

[battymadam]

[taking a look... and clicking her tongue sympathetically]

They've got you on some pretty tough words, huh? This one is nine letters.

[redtogold]

[N-nine?!] Ouuuu...

[bajkaiskierki]

What is that you're reading there?

[Hi there's a (pony-sized) dragon all up in your business trying to see what's so fascinating about this book.]

[redtogold]

[Well, hey there! Gash welcomes the new sight with a quick gesture toward the mentioned object.]

"English". Uuuuu.

[bajkaiskierki]

Oh, that is easy!

[...you hatched learning it Iskierka you cheated.]

Polish is harder, and Temeraire keeps drawing funny shapes in the sand that he says are Chinese but don't look like any language I know of, so I think he's making it up.

[redtogold]

[It's weird. In his canon there is no language barrier, yet here he is, trying his hardest to spell. Then again, it's not like he was one to read a whole lot. That was Kiyomaro's thing.]

Ohhhhhh. So does that mean you could help me?

[foalingaround]

What 'cha doing?

[Have another housemate, who will probably not be very helpful.]

[redtogold]

Nuuu. I'm learning important things. [A scribble here and a scribble there. He'll get this eventually!]

[foalingaround]

Cool! What kind of important things?