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How many of you have your own language from home?

[There is a very distinct pause as Arno realizes that question may need to be clarified.]

By language, I mean something that is unique to your country or culture. For example, I'm from France and our language is French- but if you go to our neighboring country Spain, they speak Spanish instead. Italy has Italian. Britain has English.

Hilariously enough, if you gathered a Frenchman and a Spaniard together, they would be able to hold a somewhat decent conversation in their own languages because they're similar. [There's a bit of a pause as he says "somewhat," because he's pretty sure he wouldn't completely understand Spanish unless given some time to really digest it.] I'm not exactly sure they'd understand everything, but the basics would be covered rather well.

I suppose I'm asking mostly because there's so many of us, and so there's bound to be similarities and differences. Even across worlds. It would be interesting to talk about it, and possibly teach others if they're wanting to learn as well.

[Because almost anything is better than thinking about their current situation or about the Savrii, in his opinion.]

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Well he's the lynchpin on which the punchline rests, mate.

An Englishman, a Frenchman, a Spaniard and a German are walking down the street when they see a juggler. The juggler notices they've not got a good view, right? So he grabs a box and stands on it before he starts again. You with me?

I'm following- though I don't exactly see where this is going.

Great. So the juggler's on his box and he waves at them and says "Alright, can you guys see me okay?"

And the men say:

"Yes!"

"Oui!"

"¡Sí!"

"Ja!"

[There is a very loud moment of silence, and then a very audible groan afterwards.]

I should have known. That was awful.

[But he's chuckling, so bonus points for that?]

I can't say that joke is something you'd hear around Paris. At least, not in my time. Is it from the future?

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It's godawful. I got it from an ex, he has a terrible sense of humour and that wasn't even the worst. Pretty that joke's older than he is.

[But wait. Paris. Sweet.]

And what kind of jokes do you have going around in Paris?

It's the first time I've ever heard it.

[He laughs.]

If we're not counting the debates that toss around images of the king and queen looking like chickens, then there's also the ones of the royalty being beheaded.

[Saying that with a completely straight face, too.]

[She laughs.]

Well I've heard a few bad puns about poor old Marie Antoinette being the ostrich bitch but never any about the French royals being chickens. Still, I guess the beheading part's about right. Your ancestors were a pretty grim bunch, mate.

You'd be surprised what you hear in salons- most people feel quite comfortable with voicing themselves after a while.

[A pause, because wait a damn minute...]

Ancestors? Mademoiselle, the year I'm from is 1792. We're currently in the heart of the revolution in Paris.

[He... probably should have explained that first, oops.]