[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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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.]