Dear me, she thought to herself. He sounds just like Ramses! Her precocious 8-year-old had talked that way since he was...well, as soon as he could talk, actually. So this is what she could expect her son to be like as an adult. Minus the ears. While it tended to drive her a bit crazy coming from a child, it was far more preferred in an adult than some of the rough language she had encountered from those less civilized. Except in the case of her husband. The name "Father of Curses" suited his nature, and she wouldn't have him any other way.
"It seems to me, Mr. Spock, that no path is set out for us. We set our own paths, and follow our own hearts and minds. That is what makes each of us who we are."
Amelia was a firm believer in destiny. She was also just as firm a believer in making one's own destiny. In her mind this was not a contradiction, but a balance.
"Perhaps it would help if I knew what this 'kolinahr' was. What culture is it you speak of? What countries are your parents from?" Amelia had experienced first hand how different cultures were often at odds. The English and Egyptians had very different viewpoints of nearly everything.