"I tend to make somewhat of a circuit of the various colleges and universities in the area, every other year or so, it seems to be. It gives me something to fall back to doing in another ten or fifteen years, when they decide to kick me out of government service." He was fairly sure they would be willing to let him stay on until such time as he was hitting senility, actually, but there were always office politics. And godly ones, and he was at this moment a bit more concerned about the effect of the latter.
"Fluency counts for a great deal," he nodded, "but it's nothing as compared to a native language, I'm afraid." And now he was curious as to the extent of any Gaelic she might have, but time enough for that later.
Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, he smiled a bit. "Well, first let me call my husband and find out his preferences. I don't think he'll mind an extra person for dinner, but it would be polite to let him know." And to find out if Danielle was at their place or Star's, and how that was all playing out - fortunately, it was about an hour's drive, so there was time for Paul to work out a way around anything that was necessary. "He is... one of us. You two can tell each other who you are, as and when you so choose." If they spoke on the phone now, that might be necessary. If they waited to share that information until they got home, he somehow didn't think there would be a need.
Partly as a test, and partly as a way to keep the details of who Paul was a bit muddier, and still also to immediately tell Paul that this was important, he spoke in Gaelic. "Mo chroi, I had the most interesting luck at the lecture just now - and stop worrying. A new one of us. I think you'll like her."
They were still moving out, slowly, toward the parking lot. He was careful enough to wait until they were out of the entrance hall to the building to begin speaking in Gaelic - less odd than Egyptian, but still odd to even an untrained ear, and this was linguistics, after all.
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Date: 2009-02-16 01:04 am (UTC)"Fluency counts for a great deal," he nodded, "but it's nothing as compared to a native language, I'm afraid." And now he was curious as to the extent of any Gaelic she might have, but time enough for that later.
Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, he smiled a bit. "Well, first let me call my husband and find out his preferences. I don't think he'll mind an extra person for dinner, but it would be polite to let him know." And to find out if Danielle was at their place or Star's, and how that was all playing out - fortunately, it was about an hour's drive, so there was time for Paul to work out a way around anything that was necessary. "He is... one of us. You two can tell each other who you are, as and when you so choose." If they spoke on the phone now, that might be necessary. If they waited to share that information until they got home, he somehow didn't think there would be a need.
Partly as a test, and partly as a way to keep the details of who Paul was a bit muddier, and still also to immediately tell Paul that this was important, he spoke in Gaelic. "Mo chroi, I had the most interesting luck at the lecture just now - and stop worrying. A new one of us. I think you'll like her."
They were still moving out, slowly, toward the parking lot. He was careful enough to wait until they were out of the entrance hall to the building to begin speaking in Gaelic - less odd than Egyptian, but still odd to even an untrained ear, and this was linguistics, after all.