Emmett cast her an appreciative smile. It could have been worse, he supposed, his mother could have fallen in love with a letter like Q or Y. Speaking of Ys, "Yoruba?" He wasn't familiar with this. Was it a country? A language? Emmett had done a little traveling in his youth, but nothing beyond the typical jaunt to the continent. "Is that where you are from?" He was immediately intrigued, as if he hadn't been enthralled by her up until now. He leaned closer, subconsciously showing his interest. At least his chosen topic of family hadn't been a complete waste. Emmett could listen to Miss Adebayo speak of just about anything for the rest of the evening and be perfectly content. He hoped, if nothing else, he was providing a distraction to whatever had ailed her and that she would soon feel better.

"Pardon my cluelessness, but I am intrigued." He added, trying to find some semblance of the thread of conversation, rather than just idiotic questions that he hadn't thought through before asking. Emmett felt wholly unworldly at that moment, like he should know better, and it was a travesty that he did not already know all about Miss Adebayo's place of heritage. Hopefully he could soon rectify that!