That frown of distaste had a character all of its own, Anzety was learning, and he might come to adore its many facets, as much as he couldn't begin to understand them. Anzety had to open his hands to the question, his grin crooked but fond, because the answer was so obvious, he was sure, even to people who weren't him, because as much as he had seen his realm advance since his ascension, they were a people who had been thriving in this desert for generations. "We prepare." It was the people outside of the city he was at all worried for, where they weren't building for a siege so much as in hope of a plentiful rainfall. He poured himself up onto his feet to nudge Steve aside, hand still on his elbow as Anzety peered through the telescope vainly. They all had their tricks to get by, or so he hoped. "Come on," he decided, knocking the telescope on its hinge so it swung uselessly downward for all it was worth. "You were going to teach me a game. Lat...latrun...latros...?" he tripped through, the language never so broad and yawning as when he tried to fit all of those vowels anew in his mouth.