Oh? I would have thought it would be easier if you learned at a young age.
[That was how English was for him, at least. Learning it as a child in school helped him to memorize and be bilingual easily enough.]
You'd be interested in that? [It's a genuine question, and Noah tilts his head.] I can't exactly guarantee that it will be entertaining, but I don't mind explaining what I can.
[There's a bit of a laugh at that, and he nods.] I see. Sorry, I just find it amusing.
[Honestly, sometimes metric is just weird too. Noah gets it.]
You're one of the first. There's plenty here that's already similar, but not quite. [He stops himself and then remembers-] Where is this place, exactly?
[It's nice, actually. To talk with someone who doesn't know him for his reputation and his musical talent. He's just a person here, and it's completely new to him, in some ways.]
I'll follow after you, then.
[Seeing as Bailey knows this town better than him, he might as well go with her. It'll give him a reason to explore more on his own time, anyway.]
[She lets out a small noise of acknowledgement and starts moving, though she pauses so Noah can fall into step next to her.]
This way, then.
[It doesn't take long to get there, at least, and it's clear they've come at a good time-- there's next to no line at the counter. Bailey hangs back a little, though, and pulls up the menu on her phone, leaning over so Noah can have a look.]
[Thankfully the place doesn't seem too big, and falling into step beside Bailey is relatively easy enough. While there are taco places in Austria, they're certainly nothing like this. Noah takes a moment to really take it all in before he realizes Bailey's showing him the menu. He frowns, looking over some of the words. It's a good thing she's not taller than him- this would have been a lot more awkward.
Still... he frysquints, trying to figure out what the hell a carnitas is. Pernil? Adobo???? Noah wrinkles his nose a bit in frustration, not sure what he should order.]
I don't even recognize half of these. [A beat, and it takes him a moment, but-] Is there anything you'd suggest to start with?
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[She pauses.]
Is that so... Would you mind telling me about it, then? [A beat.] ... Maybe over food? There's a place around here that has really good soft tacos.
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[That was how English was for him, at least. Learning it as a child in school helped him to memorize and be bilingual easily enough.]
You'd be interested in that? [It's a genuine question, and Noah tilts his head.] I can't exactly guarantee that it will be entertaining, but I don't mind explaining what I can.
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[And then her uncle and aunt just kind of gave up after a point.]
I'd be interested, yes. I like learning about stuff like that.
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[Honestly, sometimes metric is just weird too. Noah gets it.]
You're one of the first. There's plenty here that's already similar, but not quite. [He stops himself and then remembers-] Where is this place, exactly?
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It's alright, it is pretty funny.
[She smiles.]
It's just a couple blocks from here.
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I'll follow after you, then.
[Seeing as Bailey knows this town better than him, he might as well go with her. It'll give him a reason to explore more on his own time, anyway.]
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This way, then.
[It doesn't take long to get there, at least, and it's clear they've come at a good time-- there's next to no line at the counter. Bailey hangs back a little, though, and pulls up the menu on her phone, leaning over so Noah can have a look.]
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Still... he frysquints, trying to figure out what the hell a carnitas is. Pernil? Adobo???? Noah wrinkles his nose a bit in frustration, not sure what he should order.]
I don't even recognize half of these. [A beat, and it takes him a moment, but-] Is there anything you'd suggest to start with?
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Well, what sort of meat do you like best? That's probably the best place to start considering this sort of thing...