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"I can put her in my windowsill then!" Rhea beamed. "There's lots of sunshine there, and in the winter, sometimes when I'm cold, it's nice to sit there and get warm with the sun!"

She giggled and headed back towards the house, walking carefully now, not wanting to endanger her new pet.

"That's what Adonijah says," Rhea nodded seriously. "Well, at least that's what he sometimes says ... when he says anything at all."

She giggled. "He's real quiet. 'Cept lately he's been getting better. Since the winter started he's started talking to people at least a little bit."

They arrived back at the door, and she paused, hefting the pot in her hands. "Can you open the door for me?"

Rhea nodded and stepped inside ahead of Cindy. "Papa says he was always like that, right from when he was born."

She grinned up at Cindy once more. "That's a long time ago, too," she nodded, "but not as long ago as when Papa was little."

She made her way carefully to the stairs and up them, watching to see if Cindy was going to keep following her.

"Mmhm." Rhea wasn't quite paying attention anymore, too fixated on the pot she was carrying to do anything else.

When she got to her room, the door was already open, and she skipped inside, careful not to upset the pot.

"Riiiight there!" she beamed, setting it gently in the bright sunlight of the windowsill. She looked over her shoulder at Cindy, smiling brightly. "Do you think I should open the window?" she asked curiously. "So that she can have some fresh air?"

"Oh," Rhea blinked. "Then ... maybe when she blooms? Or should I wait a bit longer?"

And suddenly she realized just how little she actually knew about taking care of anything. Though the thought also came, what if when it did need air, she left the window open a bit for it and it fell out? From the second floor, that would be quite a fall, and she didn't want it to get hurt ...

Rhea looked thoughtful. "Shouldn't I wait until she's born to give her a name?" she asked seriously. "I want to give her a good name that means something about what she's like."

And she wanted to make sure it would be a good name that the cat would like, if she was going to be a talking cat then she wanted to be especially sure that she would pick a good name.

Rhea was quiet, thoughtful for a moment, and then she looked up at Cindy and asked in a very quiet voice, "What language is Saki's name from? It doesn't sound like any of the languages that I know ..."

Perhaps a slight resemblance to one of them, but generally ... no ...

"How many languages do you know?" Rhea asked curiously, pulling out her chair and sitting down in it to watch her teacher and still be close to her new pet at the same time. "And what lands are they from?"

She knew all the languages that her mother knew (which was all of them) and she could tell where most of them came from - but not all of them.