As if by magic, a cup of liquid emerged from the table this time.
Albel drained his cup with a grimace and set it down on a free spot on the table, then popped one of Lavi's cuboids in his mouth for good measure. At least the things filled you up, even though they didn't look like they would.
"Lavi," he said, then paused, unsure of what to say or do. How were any of them going to accomplish anything if they couldn't communicate?
Well, maybe they could learn. It wasn't like they had a lot of options, other than exploring this wonderful city. Maybe if he just got started with his idea, Lavi would catch on.
He held up his cup again. "Cup." Then he pointed to the food. "Food," he said, in his own language this time. Then, at the liquid inside Lavi's cup. "Cup, liquid." Then he gestured to Lavi. "Your turn."