[She thought about it for a moment, thumbs stroking his idly as she concentrated.]

Mmm... not really. Dad teaches me phrases, and then doesn't tell me exactly what they mean, so I could literally be telling someone to fuck all the way off in five languages, instead of like, asking where I am.

Like, I know ciao and bella in Italian, but also... Ti metto un remo in culo e ti sventolo per l’aria. What does that mean? I just don't know. It makes Dad laugh, though.