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“Merci, Monsieur.” Callisto grinned; their pronunciations weren’t perfect, they knew, but the encouragement felt nice.
“Where’d you learn French, anyways? Did you go to France or something?” They asked, pulling out their pencil to absently twirl it around their fingers. They knew Gaster was old--very old. Someone so old must’ve done some rather amazing things in their life.
He’d... He’d must’ve seen a lot of things Callisto had only read about.
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Gaster nodded, pleased that they’d caught on rather quickly. The bio-luminescent flora beneath them, true to their name sake, echoed back to them as if praising the child’s success.
“Oui. You’re a quick learner, young one. It took myself quite some time to pronounce even a simple phrase like that correctly.” The monster’s throatier accent, though now fine tuned after years of practice, had taken time to adjust to the silken flow of the language.
Pride swelled in his soul, twinkling on his smile like the gems high above. “ Très bien. Very good.”