Don Juan nodded. He'd been raised with French, the way most wealthy children were, but he assumed that wasn't what Hudson meant when he said a bilingual household. Don Juan's first exposure to another language had been in lessons from his tutor; he'd studied it in the classroom and been forced to speak it and read it, but hadn't ever used it casually around the house. He had been exposed to a little gaelic too, but not in any serious way — more as a curiosity to dive into when they occasionally read Irish literature. The source word for this translation is X, isn't that interesting? The same word that was later translated as...

(This was the second time that Hudson had brought up adventure, Don Juan did not fail to notice. He was second-guessing his suggestion of a house party as their next destination. It wasn't too late to suggest a detour to somewhere else — to do something else. But he hesitated over the idea... it seemed to him that there was a right answer here, and he would regret suggesting the wrong thing, and he wasn't sure yet what the right answer was).

"The people," he answered; immediately and thoughtlessly. He was still mulling over adventurous. He was adventurous, too. He wanted Hudson to see him as adventurous. "And," he continued — more purposefully now, swilling the words around his mouth like wine to get the taste of them before he committed them to the air, "The freedom. Being anonymous in a crowd means you can be anyone. Do anything."

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