"It should be ready..." She pauses their conversation long enough to pull out yet another scroll. A puff of smoke later and she's ladeling some of the cabbage stew into a bowl and offering it to him.

Her arm's midway there when she pauses and frowns. Then says something in a totally different language. One likely far extinct in the future that Larkin hails from. "...That's weird. We're speaking a totally different language than I do at home. I didn't even notice, it just... came naturally."

Weird.