"How many languages?" He asked, wondering if he could send some of the multi-lingual Unspeakables up to help with the translation at least. Other than the office of International Cooperation, he was pretty sure the Unspeakables were the most linguistically-diverse group in the building. He gave her a small, jittery smile when she agreed with his book-nerd assessment.
He laughed, "If only mum would then let us get takeaway, but no, we have to eat it and smile and thank her and tell her how lovely it is and how much progress she's made." His stomach bubbled at the memory. "My parents are someone unfortunately absolutely crazy about each other, so it's my Dad who's the driving force behind making her happy with terrible food lies." He crooked an eyebrow at the honestly-kind-of-nice-but-awful-to-put-up-with thing.