Part 254: Robin B

A question about the material we covered yesterday, Robin.

Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?

Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd taught me, but...

Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were stifling laughter.

Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?

If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to put it into practice!

Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate friends.

What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit' a fruit"...? You mean to tell me that was inappropriate?

I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually-

One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us intimate friends?

Uh...

I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Robin, truly. In that case, I ought have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.

No, that's... I don't...

Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a bit'a rabbit?

MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand for screaming and dying in agony!? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never talk like that again.

Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...

Thank you.

Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!

...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done this to you, Maribelle? Who?!

Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...