Inside out

As before, he listened quietly as she talked. It didn't take one long to realize that that arrangement - Baine talking, someone else listening - was probably the only thing that... well, worked. He didn't want to imagine what it would be like if Baine met someone who was as bouncy as her - on second thought, he hoped that would never happen; one Baine was quite enough.

... wait what? One second she was saying she lived in the West - a place he had never gone; he was like her family, staying in one spot - and now they were on languages? What? How did that shift happen. And herbs. Wait, living in the west, herbs, languages. Right. Those had such obvious connections to one another... he wasn't even going to ask. Nope. "I don't know any other languages," he finally commented. "Also, it is beautiful in the summer." As for herbs, he knew nothing about them. Nada.

"Speech"