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[ah. he glances at Lavi for a beat. how-- how is he supposed to answer that...
[oh! he has an idea. um, turns Alma's hand over on his left hand, and with the forefinger of his right hand he traces LAVI'S HERE on Alma's palm, and then belatedly hopes that they taught Alma English at the old East Asia branch while they were busy not teaching him the Bible. out loud]
I don't know what I'm going to do if this doesn't work. If he doesn't know English, he probably knows Chinese, right? [he doesn't know about this Mandarin/Cantonese thing] Fou would know, I suppose...