Athena stared at the gobbledygook in the letter before her.
"How am I supposed to understand this?!" She exclaimed.
"Don't you known most languages?" Apollo asked.
"I'm flattered you think so, Polly, but no I do not. I can't even tell what this is," She huffs, exasperated.
Apollo peeks over onto her desk. She notes the proud perk of his "ears" and his confident smirk.
"It's Kurainese," he remarked proudly.
She handed him the letter. "And what's it say?"
He looked it over pressing a finger into his forehead.
"She's asking you for representation in a case. And her name's Ghottageau Faust. She lives nearby."
"How do you know kurainese?" Athena asked, prodding his shoulder with a gloved finger. Her eyes glinted at him mischievously. His proud smile dropped.
"That was a long time ago," he muttered, and returned to work.
"Can you teach me to read Kurainese, Polly?"
"If you stop calling me Polly."
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