It’d been ages since they’ve had a drink together like this. It was a great feeling, Phi thought. No worries about getting picked up or preyed upon, no gross interruptions, barely any boring small talk with people who weren’t them. Just intellectual conversation with drink breaks and without Google to back them up, relying on Saima’s incredible experience and her weird memory. Perfect.
“You were actually alive when people spoke Latin as a mother tongue, right?” She set her elbows down on the table. “I’m a little bit jealous. Maybe I’d be better at it if I had people to practice with.”
Nothing like catching up with Phi especially when their idea of the conversation went into entirely different directions. Made Saima appreciate why they liked to spend time with her.
“Yeah I definitely was alive for that. And ended up speaking Latin for a while. I know I still have the ability to do so. ” A nod of sympathizing with Phi’s situation.
“It’s definitely easier to get better at a language when it’s the common language for multiple areas at a time. Versus an obscure thing used for specific purposes these days.“
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