Suddenly she had three pears and Opal was shuffling through papers and things in an excited scramble. Rowan had no idea what was going on or what she had done or said to cause that much excitement, but obviously something had. Until there was a book pulled out, which confused her a great deal. Since she didn't read much at all. It wasn't a skill her mother ever really thought was something she had a great deal of need for. It wasn't a practical need. Counting money was practical and learning survival skills was practical. Reading was something you learned when you had the luxury of time to do so.
There were a couple words on the cover of the book she understood, though, which was confirmed by the girl then making some words with her hands.
Rowan's face lit up with a bright smile. “Oh! Are you learning? That's wonderful!”
She set the pears aside, lived her own hands and spoke aloud slowly, while trying to remember the matching gestures to spell out, “Pleased to meet you, too.” With a happy smile, she continued, “It is a beautiful...” she paused, looked down at her hands, turned her hands, fussed with them. “No... no, that's not quite right.” She chuckled it off and put her hands down.
“I'm really out of practice now. It will come back. Like riding a horse, I'm sure. Not that I'm much good at that. My mother never could afford one of those. But it's a very nice day, isn't it?”