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Oh, I was quite the dragon-mad young fellow. If they had dragons, I had to learn the language to read the literature and talk to the wranglers on the different reservations. And of course Mother had me learning Latin, Greek, and Persian - the older languages of magic. Italian for my cousins on my mother's side of the family. French and English. When you grow up soaking in any number of languages, adding another just becomes a matter of habit. Made me a right popular bloke with our international contacts when I was still working. Never did quite get my head around Turkish legalese though. Worse than Russian. Very Byzantine.
Say 2pm then? Any sensitivity to any foods that I should take into consideration when planning my attack on your sweet tooth?