After a light conversation for a few minutes, Anxia decided to speak Dutch.
"Elliot, how many languages do you know?"
Elliot hesitated to answer for a moment, but finally, he opened his hand and showed the number seven with his fingers. Seeing this answer, Anxia smiled contentedly and affectionately stroked the top of her son's head.
"Then you two can exchange languages the next time you meet Lori. But I do hope you're hiding nothing from your father or me."
"I promise. But... can't you speak other languages like Lori and me?"
"Yes, but we don't speak as many languages as Lori or you. Well, at least we understand a bit when Lori speaks another language. But she has no opponents on par with her, so she's starting to get lazy using rarely used language."
"That's awesome. I can't wait to see her again. Mama... between me and Lori, who was born first?"
