The corner of Tico's mouth curved to form a small, almost rueful smile. Perhaps the fact that not all knew dead languages of Earth-that-was should have been less surprising.
“’The common things in life aren’t missed’,” he said without looking at the other and coughed, snatching another fork from the pile next to him. After pinging it with quite a lot more force than required he added: “Silly thing. A song my – cousin used to sing. She was musically inclined. Not me, never.”
Very few would've recognized the hurried words for the concession they were. If the conversation had ended there, it would’ve been fine with Tico. He was rarely the one to press these things further. Normally, at least – but now, alarmed by the last remark and dreading further inquiries, he hastened to steer the other’s attention towards safer subjects. Nodding towards the makeshift sandwich and he offered a nondescript smile.