"Why do you want my opinion on that?"
"It is your recipe, Anax." Zane said, holding his breath for a minute as he watched the man's face intently, hoping to gleam more from his expression.
But Zhyl'rax's expression did not even twitch a bit, he looked more like he had heard about the sun that came out of the sky by 9 a.m.; so normal that Zane almost doubted what he was so sure of.
"My recipe? Why would you think that?"
Technology has gotten so advanced that language is not a barrier. He and the Anax were from two different planets, and races and yet could communicate seamlessly, but no matter how seamless communication is, it does not change the fact that languages have rules.
And something that Zane had noticed when he read books from other planets was the indiscriminate use of pronouns.
