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Pomodu was so eager to pay that she accidentally gave Whisper 150 gilders, which led to a review of the decimal system and a partial refund. When they finally had the payment sorted out, Pomodu picked up Berchar and Whisper each in a one-armed, enthusiastic hug. "You ah my be'sutu fue'n'dusu,"...

At the mention of payment, Pomodu brightened, immediately reaching into her bag and pulling out a pawful of golden hundred-gilder coins, then stopped. "Oh." The lessons of their last encounter could almost be seen playing behind her eyes as she slowly put them back. She cleared her throat...

Pomodu eagerly listened to Berchar's performance, her head tilting to absorb each note. Something like relief passed over her at his performance that, while better than hers, was far from Whisper's immediate perfection. She applauded as he completed the melody, a broad smile on her face. "You ah...

Pomodu eagerly watched Whisper's example, her eyes darting between the keys and the sheet music to compare the sequence. Despite her exuberance and many apparent misunderstandings, she wasn't slow; when invited to take a turn at the piano, she hovered her paw over the keys and, delicately...

Pomodu's confusion registered on her face at the introduction of a heptatonic scale, but she did as was instructed and followed along with the scale - this time, not nearly as off-tune to the Vulpinsulan ear. "Do-Rei-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do," she sang out, a lot more clarity in her tone than her...

Pomodu seemed a little confused at the mention of reading music; she glanced at one of the sheets of music on the piano, furrowing her brow before her eyes widened. "Ohhhhhhhh," she exclaimed. "I'su di li'tu woh'm! My sisuta she si'ngu to me!" She put out a pawfinger and mimicked a worm crawling...

Pomodu, for her part, was so excited that the moment she entered Whisper's studio she nearly rushed to pick up the fox and hug them, only restraining herself at the last moment. "Hallo Wisupa!" she enthused, clapping her paws in enthusiastic glee at the sight of the piano. "Di'su i'su di piano?"...

Pomodu listened to the shifting orders, furrowing her brow as she tried to count them off again. "Okay," she allowed, "So i'fu we ge'tu da'tu, de'n..." It was another three minutes before the pair managed to correct her math and get the order cemented in her mind. To her credit, Pomodu didn't...

Pomodu's joy was very nearly radiant at Berchar's question. "She i'su very goo'du tea'cha!" the red panda confirmed, holding still to let Berchar fetch down the coin even as she demonstrated her newly acquired skills. "O'ne, two, tuee, fouh, fi've!" She put a coin on each pawpad to demonstrate...

Pomodu listened to Whisper's explanation with wide eyes and rapt attention as the basics of Imperial coinage, one that had eluded her through her training on Vulpinsulan culture and language, finally sunk in. She even followed along with Whisper's demonstration, moving little stacks of coins...

Pomodu's eyes lit up at mention of stories, and she might well have regaled them with an unending series of tales had Berchar not made a timely inquiry about drinks. This distracted her enough that she set Whisper back in their seat and she focused on the menu, her lips moving as she read over...

Pomodu listened with interest to the jerboa's stories. There were jerboa in Lipadilugoto as well, but she'd only really interacted with those who had served at court, mostly as ministers. Being a very minor member of the royal family far down the line of succession, she hadn't received much of...

Pomodu held Whisper in her arms, giving her the softest, warmest, most supportive hug she could manage as she listened. She was getting better at understanding through Whisper's stutter; while she'd never struggled with it, one of her brothers had experienced great difficulties in articulating...

Pomodu listened to Whisper's lament, her eyes increasingly widening. The little fox confused her - they were obviously talented, and quite pretty too, at least by the standards conveyed by the art she'd seen of foxes in the Imperium, but they didn't seem to believe in themselves at all. Pomodu...

Pomodu's eyes brightened at the mention of drinks. "I buy!" she volunteered, then wilted. "Oh da'tu i'su ba'd? I no shou'du buy?"