Palmpad In Hand

She started to ask Rasimet where it might have come from

, but the other woman was already introducing her to the baker.

"Woman is Yoshi," she told the man, whose glossy coat was a shade of gold not unlike his bread. To Yoshi she said, "This man is Baker Burgat. And," she added, turning her smile on the other fellow, "this man is Metalworker Oreth."

Yoshi greeted both men in their language, gratified by their pleased surprise.

Rasimet turned her attention to baked goods then and had a series of words with Burgat that both Yoshi and the LF had trouble tracking. At the end of the dialogue, Burgat held up his hands in a "wait-wait" gesture, then disappeared into the back room. He reappeared with two lovely fat buns with shiny crusts. These he held out to Rasimet and Yoshi.

"For you," he said. "I am satisfied. Tell other stranger-peopie of Baker Burgat's shop."

Accepting the fragrant and still warm bun, Yoshi promised to spread the word among the members of the advance team.

As the two women stepped out into the street, Rasimet chuckled softly. "My thanks."

"Why?"

"If you are not with me, Baker Burgat does not give bread. I swap for it." She raised her head then, her eyes fixed on something up the way. "Ah! Your manfriend, " she said brightly.

Yoshi looked up to see Rhys striding down the avenue toward them, his hair bright in the afternoon sun, his legs tanned and sturdy below the hem of his tartan. The lanky geologist - what was his name: Igor or Ivan?- was with him, but Yoshi barely noticed. Only when Rasimet laughed softly and nudged her did Yoshi realize she was blushing.

"You've outdone yourself, Yoshi," Rhys told his assistant, once Rasimet had returned to the rhokjab. Palmpad in hand, he paged through the raw list of terms she'd collected in the LF database. "Considering that you've been on the job for mere hours, you've expanded the lingua-base immensely."

by: linksjkl

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