Second Stop~

A crooked grin met Starlings; the femme was amused by her own mess-ups. While she wanted to do well, she knew she wouldn't... not at first, anyways. That's what practice was for, and that's what she'd do. She was... excited to learn the new language, a little language that she could speak with Starling; it made her feel... special, of a sorts? Privileged, really, to be considered his friend. That sort of honored feeling and contemplation was put aside when the boy started speaking again. She laughed at his question, how silly! "...all of them?" she answered with a cheeky grin, eyes glittering with mischief. She was sincere about it, too.

"Speech" "Language"