Ignis cracked the first egg into the pan, one over-easy, one chef's choice. That was simple enough.
"It is," he admitted, "a little difficult to converse in a second language at all times." He flashed Nel a glance, and his best charming smile. "Sadly, Jyllandi isn't as commonly spoken here as Ivalician is on Jylland."
He eased the spatula under the first egg and flipped it carefully, before he retrieved the first sandwich from the oven and plated it, ready.
"I expect I'm a little difficult to follow in Jyllandi regardless," he added, as he removed the egg from the pan and settled it on top of the sandwich. "Lucian Jyllandi is more formal than our friend's Uberwaldean dialect."
He flashed Tyki a swift glance as he turned, and settled the first plate in front of Nel, slipping back into Jyllandi to tell her, "Enjoy," with as subdued a flourish as he could bring himself to give.
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"It is," he admitted, "a little difficult to converse in a second language at all times." He flashed Nel a glance, and his best charming smile. "Sadly, Jyllandi isn't as commonly spoken here as Ivalician is on Jylland."
He eased the spatula under the first egg and flipped it carefully, before he retrieved the first sandwich from the oven and plated it, ready.
"I expect I'm a little difficult to follow in Jyllandi regardless," he added, as he removed the egg from the pan and settled it on top of the sandwich. "Lucian Jyllandi is more formal than our friend's Uberwaldean dialect."
He flashed Tyki a swift glance as he turned, and settled the first plate in front of Nel, slipping back into Jyllandi to tell her, "Enjoy," with as subdued a flourish as he could bring himself to give.