Presto, Jenny and OTA
Presto smiled at them, then spoke gently. "If you would not mind speaking in your own tongue for me?"
When they began to, he started chanting, a short crooning tune of words that ascended to a simple final word, and as he spoke it, his eyes glowed, then faded back to normal. He smiled to them, and spoke in a clear and true version of the language they had spoken in, greeting them again.
"Welcome, again. It is my pleasure to speak with you."