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I was wondering...how many other people here can speak other languages?

[But then, she paused and there was a slight jostling of the camera as she shook her head. Sorting out her thoughts.]

No, not speak. That doesn't really help any, with everything always being translated for us. More like...read. I was wondering...what languages everyone here can read? Since written words have never been translated. Not since I've been here.

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It was. [She wasn't going to pretend otherwise.] But...it wasn't anything I hadn't faced before. Even the rationing. I was used to having to conserve my portions, so I knew what to do. Better than some of the adults, even.

And...people here were kind. It surprised me. Some of them were even willing to give up small amounts of what they had to make sure all the kids had enough.

Silver lining in every cloud, huh?

[Not exactly. But at least her suffering back home aided her in some way here. Helped her aid other people. It was...something. ]

That's...pretty great of them. To look out for everyone. Great of you too, to show them how to deal with it. I wouldn't know the first thing about it.

I could show you.

[She wasn't the best teacher, as she'd previously told someone who'd asked about leaning the local language. But there seemed no harm in at least demonstrating one or two basics.]

Just the simple things. Useful things. Rationing, Which clothes will last you longer so you don't have to waste money. Even a little first aid.

Really?

[He brightens up a lot. Midii save the poor rich boy and show him how to survive. You will be a literal lifesaver.]

That'd be great, actually! I mean, I'm learning first aid from Raine in the guild, but the rest? Man I could use some help with. Especially the clothes thing. When your father's a fashion designer, you don't really get to wear anything other than what he makes, y'know?

[Obviously she doesn't know. Get it together, Agreste. ]

[About the design part? Not a clue. But, actually...]

Do you know how to sew? [She figured it was a fair question, given his father's profession and his admitted role as a sometimes model.] Because that's an even handier skill to have. Clothing made from scratch is always cheaper than the already made kind. And you can choose your own material. Even if you can't do that much, being able to mend is still useful.

I...don;t actually. That's all Père. I've never really been interested in clothing.

[Which he realises is probably a problem when he's the only living heir to a giant fashion empire, but what can you do?]

But I can see where that would be a helpful skill to have.

I can teach you that, too, then.

I mean...not how to make whole outfits. I'm not that good. But I know how to patch up just about any pair of jeans you could throw at me. Growing up with three little brothers gave me plenty of practice.

Wow, thanks. I really appreciate it.

It's more than enough, really. It's an important skill.

[Only child will pause here. ]

...Because brothers us a lot of clothing?

[To be fair, he wasn't..entirely wrong.]

More like three brothers meant a lot of bumps and scraps to fix.

I mean, I suppose sisters would have been the same. [If they'd been anything like her growing up.] I just never had any, so I can't say.

Maybe? I haven't had either, so I couldn't even begin to guess.

Still, it had to be nice, having them around.

I could have done without the twins sometimes.

[She was only mostly joking.]

But the baby...Michel...we were close. I practically raised him since he was born.

That...sounds really nice. To have someone that close to you. Like a buddy for life, right?

Something like that, yes.

Not all of the brothers and sisters in our neighborhood were that close, but the ones that were...you couldn't pry them apart with a crowbar.

That's really good to hear.

I had Chloé. She's not my sister, though. She was the only friend I had before I started school this year, so she still means a lot to me.

[Even if she's...not quite the person he knew her as. He's still a little concerned over that.]

[For Midii, her parallel situation was...just the opposite.]

I had someone like that once.

She...we came from different times, but grew up with a lot of the same hardships. I even knew her real brother for a little while. Before she went back home...she told me I was like a little sister to her.

[Someone who she hadn't known in the past, but who had also changed. Although, in Eponine's case...perhaps for the better.]

That's...really nice. I'm sorry you don't have her around now. You must miss her a lot, huh?

I do, yeah.

I'd never had a big sister before. Never really had a mother, either. So it was...nice.

[An older female influence. One who was able to talk to her about the important things in life, and stand up for her (publicly) when said important things in life were being a 12-year-old asshat to her. (No, really, she called him out over the Network. It was great.)]

[It's a good job this isn't a video, because at the word 'mother' Adrien's entire face falls. He manages to sound pretty normal, at least. Years of practise. ]

It sounds really nice. I'm glad you had the chance for it.

Yeah.

I'm glad you did too.

[With the other friend he mentioned. The one who sounded like she could have been like a sister to him.]

[There's a soft huff of a laugh. Chloé is pretty much the most loathed person in school, and he knows she has issues, and those issues are making her drive everyone away from her. But he can't help but care. She was there before anyone else ever was. ]

Yeah. I guess I was pretty lucky.

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