[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.]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.]