[ Firo that wriggled motion means absolutely nothing to Ivan, given it's kind of just vaguely curvy, though his brow furrows and he thinks it over. A big, purple, veg--oh! ]
Ah, baklazhan!
[ His face brightens in understanding, nodding enthusiastically for a brief second. ]
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Ah, baklazhan!
[ His face brightens in understanding, nodding enthusiastically for a brief second. ]
Da, da, I know this.