"You can count on me!"

"I'm glad to hear it," he says. "I've explained the situation to her. Have fun."

"Thanks," he says cheerfully, and to Odette, "Hi!"

"Let's go outside and see the gardens!" she says cheerfully, since talking to him seems to have a nonzero success rate. "Better for studying than a random hallway."

"That sounded like a suggestion but I'm afraid I have no idea what you're suggesting," laughs Milan.

So she nods, gestures for him to follow her, and leads him out into some lovely gardens with convenient benches.

"You make good suggestions," Milan concludes.

"Yes I do."

"Yes, you do!"

She beams at him. "Flower," she says, pointing to a rose. "Flower." She points to a hyacinthe. "Flower." she points to a daffodil.

"Flower...s?"

"Flowers," she nods. She points to herself. "Person." She points to him. "Person." She points between them. "Two people."

"Flower, flowers. Person, people," he echoes happily.

She points up. "Sky." She grins wryly. "Two skies," she says, gesturing at him.

Giggle. "Sky, skies."

"I see the sky," she says, looking up. "I see flowers," she says, looking around.

"I see you."

Why is he so cute. "I see you too! I speak to you. I am speaking to you."

"I am speaking to you. You are speaking to me."

"I was speaking to you in the building. I am speaking to you in the garden."

Ooh, verb tenses. And vocabulary. "Building," he gestures at it, "garden," their surroundings?

"Yes. In the garden, there are flowers, and benches," she points to a bench, "and trees." She points to a tree.

"Bench, tree?" he guesses at singulars.

"Yes. Leaf, leaves," she says, pointing to a leaf and then gesturing to the branch.

Whee! "This is fun."