[Lalli doesn't know how Reynir's stupid spell works, but he does know that it only works in a very, very small area—so really, going for a walk is a bit of a risk? It could attract undue attention...
...But Reynir is very annoying, and Lalli is a very good scout, so... it should be fine, he thinks. As long as they don't wander too far from Reynir's dirt drawing, everything should be fine—nd the slight risk is worth it, really, because ah, look at that: Emil is smiling at him once more. Something flips within Lalli's chest? It isn't an altogether unpleasant thing, but words, shwords; time to go for the classic Lalli Noise™ that is:]
Hmh.
[Emil's hair is perfect, as always, but does that stop Lalli from reaching out to give it one final pat before turning away? Nope.]
To the— [wait for it, wait for it, we are switching from Finnish to Swedish for this one word:] —träd.
[A hair patting, Swedish word combo?? The appreciation levels are off the charts, sir! But quietly, because he's got it on the brain for the next two minutes and not a second longer.]
Right! Okay!
[He takes a step, then stops short immediately like the fool he is and looks at Lalli. Now, very good Swedish, love that, but...]
[Thank you, thank you, he has now Mastered the Swedish language; there is absolutely nothing left for him to learn, even as it takes him a few seconds of puzzling to piece together what, exactly, Emil said while giving him such a Look. Of course there are many trees here, sir! This is Finland! But since Emil should just read Lalli's mind, Lalli's expression turns flat.]
The big tree. [Stupid!!] We can climb it? To see the stars.
[Stars... pretty. Lalli has a hunch that Emil might enjoy looking at them more than looking at all the träds in the area, but—oh? Wait a second.]
Can you climb? You're clumsy.
[Good luck parsing this, Emil. At least the mile criticism is definitely conveyed through tone.]
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...But Reynir is very annoying, and Lalli is a very good scout, so... it should be fine, he thinks. As long as they don't wander too far from Reynir's dirt drawing, everything should be fine—nd the slight risk is worth it, really, because ah, look at that: Emil is smiling at him once more. Something flips within Lalli's chest? It isn't an altogether unpleasant thing, but words, shwords; time to go for the classic Lalli Noise™ that is:]
Hmh.
[Emil's hair is perfect, as always, but does that stop Lalli from reaching out to give it one final pat before turning away? Nope.]
To the— [wait for it, wait for it, we are switching from Finnish to Swedish for this one word:] —träd.
[Appreciate! Him!]
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Right! Okay!
[He takes a step, then stops short immediately like the fool he is and looks at Lalli. Now, very good Swedish, love that, but...]
Lalli, this a forest.
[Which tree! Lead him somewhere, he's incapable.]
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The big tree. [Stupid!!] We can climb it? To see the stars.
[Stars... pretty. Lalli has a hunch that Emil might enjoy looking at them more than looking at all the träds in the area, but—oh? Wait a second.]
Can you climb? You're clumsy.
[Good luck parsing this, Emil. At least the mile criticism is definitely conveyed through tone.]