[It's as much a habit, now, to explain the quirks about people when he has no ready answer; sometimes the stories change as he observes people going on about their lives.

He watches Ariadne, and the goings-on in the art room, more than he willingly allows himself to be caught out with doing.]

There are a few who have gone the other way - they knew how to speak in sounds growing up, and are learning the color language. Slowly. She hopes they can help her once they know more of the language. She's not making much progress, herself.

[Ben licks his lips again, his previous attention stance nearly dissolved by his standards; he doesn't smile but, for a brief, flashing moment, he almost looks like he might. Then he's shifting his weight uncertainly, subtly, from foot to foot.]