"I don't really understand your language much, I don't know how to compare the two. But I think you speak very clearly, especially considering this isn't your language," Yumi said, "I think your voice is perfectly fine, it's yours after all right?" she added with a smile as she brushed her hair back behind one ear, "Compared to when we first met you've come a long way, I'd almost even say you've always known our language now. If you keep this up you're going to be fluent in no time!" All it took was some dedication and hard work, same could be said of anything really. Strength, health, speech, skills, anything you wanted could be gotten if you put the time into it; after years of learning martial arts Yumi was certain she knew almost all there was no know back on Earth, and being her passion she couldn't be happier about it. 

Language was something Yumi had a basic grasp on, enough to at least discuss it. When T'charrl brought up his portals and distances she was utterly lost, barely even to offer a hypothetical let alone actual explanations for anything. Hearing his explanation as to how it worked only served to confuse her even further as she hadn't a clue anything like that was even remotely possible. "Remove... Your spirit...? So it's like an out of body experience then..." she mused aloud, trying desperately to wrap her head around the concept. So he was dead in a way yet not dead, it sounded very strange to her. Scratching at one of her ears she exhaled through her nose before giving her shoulders a shrug, unable to even remotely understand the process. "Well however it works it helped us out a lot, that's all that matters. And so long as it doesn't hurt you by doing it too, of course," Yumi said with a smile, getting up from her seat and raising her arms up above her head in a stretch. "Meal's done for me, I think I'll go for a short walk while the others finish."

"Huh... Yeah I guess you really don't do it that often huh? Sorry buddy, not fair for me to expect you to be perfect at it," Takeshi apologized with a sheepish grin, chuckling before snatching up the last piece of food and tossing it back into his mouth, "Mmm... You know... Come to think of it we usually eat over a fire or whatever anyways don't we? Guess there's no reason to need a fork then." Or they had things like fruit, food which you ate with your hands. If he was going to obsess over Shu being cleaner maybe he should carry a towel or something with him, instead of putting it all on the little guy. Seemed more fair that way didn't it? Wondering what the commotion was on the other end of the table he shrugged at Shu's question, looking past his brother to see why Viral was all sulking. June was on about a nap or something it seemed like, was she trying to get him to sleep. "Uh... Well if he's taking a nap then we can do whatever we want, yeah? Which I guess means..." They SHOULD work on some of the things bothering Shu, but every time he brought that up as an idea the kid became upset. "I've got something in mind, but it's a surprise, okay buddy?"

"Then we'll find something to make a cover! Or if none of that works you can sleep upstairs on one of the beds, I'm certain there were skylights in the bedrooms," June recalled as she placed a finger on her chin. Or was that in the family room? Regardless there would be somewhere for Viral to sleep even if it wasn't outdoors as she'd originally planned. Taking a glance down the table she saw everyone more or less finished with their meals, and that meant they could be ready to move along any moment now. "If everyone's finished with their lunch then we should go back to the house," June announced suddenly, smiling as she got up from her seat, "Just um... Well just to let the food digest, it's not a good idea to go running around on a full stomach. We should all go back and sit down for a little while, then you can do as you please." If she said they were going back to let Viral sleep he'd become angry, and if he became angry then he'd probably not sleep purely out of spite, that or not wanting to seem weak. Come to think of it he wasn't too different from a teenager in some ways she was realizing, dealing with him being a precarious balancing act.