"Oooh, Elven," Jester says, with proper reverence. "I don't think I know anyone that speaks Elven! We-ell, maybe my friend Caleb. He is pretty smart. And he is not here, so you can't tell him, but if he ever falls through a Rift with like, a shard in his butt, you cannot tell him I said he is pretty smart. Unless I say you can tell him that I said he is pretty smart." Solemnly, she gazes at Merrill. "That's what friends do for each other. They compliment each other behind each other's backs. And they keep each other's secrets. Which mean that you and I gotta be friends now, okay!"

She stops petting Barkley so she can hold her hand out to Merrill for a handshake, or some other way to seal this deal. Right at that moment, Barkley gets a big lick up the side of her face. Jester giggles, disgusted and delighted by equal parts.

"Aaaawww--Barkley, that's gross--you good good good boy-- How do you say 'good boy' in Elven? How do you say 'friends'? I don't think there is a word for 'friends' in Infernal--it is like, the language of the Seven Hells or something? But now lots of people speak it. Lots of tieflings especially. Which is what I am!"