[ He even mimics the thumbs up despite knowing its meaning. Well, they can't talk normally, but maybe there's a way around it? Laphicet perks up suddenly and stretches his open palm forward like he'd like to tell her to wait for him for a moment. Shortly, he scurries to his own room to grab a piece of paper and something to write. When he's finally back, Dia will receive a short note: ]
Miss Dia, can you read this? What is your language called?
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Soon...
[She feels bad she can't communicate better either. She wishes that she could.]
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Miss Dia, can you read this? What is your language called?