I couldn't resist

[conflagrare]

You are... dumb.

[He means a great deal more complex words- 'absurd', maybe 'ridiculous'- but considering his ability to speak anything but Cat isn't the best, he'll make do with what he can.]

Bad idea. Really bad.

[But he seems, for the most part, somewhat amused. Although...]

...others?

[Right. Others. Here's hoping someone speaks Cat, because otherwise actual conversation will be difficult.]

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[iamadreamer]

[ Well, she doesn't speak cat, but what about hand signals? ]

Others -- lots of others!

Maybe not a bad idea after all?

[conflagrare]

[Not a bad idea, and he tilts his head, and then bubbles out a laugh and nods.]

Maybe not.

[blueherring]

[Annndd that person was made of fire.

Well, being a witch she's probably had experience in trying to learn other languages. Though, even if she could speak a tiny bit she's probably not fluent... in... cat...]

You...'re... fire?

[She looked awestruck. That. Was. So. Awesome.]

[conflagrare]

Yes.

[Simply, as if it should be terribly obvious.

One of his hands flares up, a fireball growing around it, just to further illustrate the point.]

See?

[blueherring]

[She couldn't resist holding her hands up too, two tiny little fireballs glowing in her hand. Nothing nearly as impressive as his.]

Haha...!
I'm Kat.

[She felt compelled to introduce herself. Even if she had to speak broken, she didn't mind. Though, that sounded an awful lot like 'cat'.]

[conflagrare]

[That makes him stop short, fireball in his hand sputtering into nothing, and he leans closer, reaching out a hand to poke at the flames in her palms.]

...not hurt?

[But fire hurt humans, didn't it? Was it a spell then? Or was it something else?]

Oh... uhm... meow...

[The 'meow' slips out somewhat nervously, and he pauses again, then motions at himself.]

Flame Prince.

[blueherring]

Not alot.

[She assured, one of the fireballs fizzling out as she pointed to the other one. There was a little gap in which the fire floated above her palm.]

See? No touch.

[But she blinked in response to that name. Prince? Royalty?]

You're royal!

[She grinned-- a little childishly, suddenly giving a rather dramatic bow.]

[boysnight]

Looks like you're gettin' the hang of talking!

[conflagrare]

Fimeowna!

[He might be getting the hang of it, but his excitement at seeing her definitely makes him relapse a little.]

Better, yes?

[He did good, right Fi?]

[boysnight]

[aw! that makes her laugh. not in a mocking way, but just amused]

Yes! Much better!