Uban rubbed his short-bearded chin. "I wonder...could you direct it to me? Lets say were were on land, and you called a bolt down and directed it to me...you think that's possible? Cause I wonder if I could, once you actually summon it, harness it. Bend it. See, 'cause I can summon electricity if it's small, and once I have it I can move it around and the like. Here, see?" Uban clapped his hands together and then spread them apart, dragging a wild purplish blue arc between them like opening an accordion. It buzzed and flared and crackled, making Pieter's hair stand on end beside him. 
Berlin snapped his fingers. "Oi, Uban, not at the table. You can start a fire like that you know." 
"Right..." The arc fizzled out in an instant, a silence filling the space where the crackling and buzzing had been. "But imagine if I had a whole lightning bolt." He gave a wild eyed smile and a small manic laugh for a moment before sobering. "Ah, but you're probably right. It'd likely fry me, too."

At the near use of his second name, Rohaan's sharp eyes focused on Hanabaptiste with a dark intensity that had not been there since he'd first come to in her little room. Then, he'd seen her first and not Berlin, and growled as a wolf with bared teeth, ears back. That same look was in his eyes for just a flash, just a tiny moment before the expression settled back into curiosity. Rohaan could tolerate the misuse of a name from someone who was new and did not understand...once. But she had caught herself, so he let it go quickly. 
"I don't read," he huffed. "And what's ar...ari..."
"A-rith-ma-tic," Berlin sounded out for him slowly. "It's...rajinai," he translated. "Kind of. And besides, you do read a little. You're learning anyway. You can write your name. All three of them, right?"
"Aye."
"Well," Berlin began, "Maybe if you asked nicely, Hanabaptiste might teach you to read. She's got a lot of books with her, maybe you'll find one interesting. But you'll have to ask her, Rheoaan."
The boy sighed, poking his finger into his piece of bread just to watch the soft air bubbles collapse before he tore a piece off and chewed it thoughtfully. Rohaan was quiet for a while as he considered this idea, and even as the meal went on, he kept looking at her, mulling it over. It wasn't easy for him to ask, and Berlin knew it. When it came to their interactions, Berlin was very intentional about gently coaxing Rohaan to be more friendly towards her, or finding ways that they would need to interact further. 

Uban absently twisted the stem off a bright red apple. "Are you a music person, Hanabaptiste?" He asked casually. "I myself play the lute and can sing reasonably well, if you can believe either of those things." He smiled, holding up his left hand, on which the ring finger was missing. He wiggled what was left of the stump. "Traveling so much has been fun, just to see all the different cultures, including different kinds of music and versions of songs. Speaking of which, where you from originally, anyway? I mean, I'm assuming you're not from Telor. And, if I had to guess, you're not from Yonin at all, are you?"

Finally, as the meal was mostly finished and at that point it was mostly just the crew sitting back and enjoying their rum, Rohaan reached one small hand out to tap Hanabaptiste's arm. When she turned her attention to him, he spoke very quietly. "Maybe...could you teach me to read? And...um...what do I call you?" Hanabaptiste seemed like a long name to him, and long names were not ones usually given to strangers. But he knew also that most humans did not have three names like he did, which just left him feeling unsure. "Do I call you Hana? Or...?"