"You do know I was never much good at sibilance? And I can't roll my Rs?"
"Just give it a go, say anything you like."
"But I can speak perfect French and Latin. I'm good at languages, Delia."
"Come on, Patsy."
"You must promise you won't laugh."
"I promise."
Patsy studies the phrases she has written out in front of her. "Noswaith dda"
Delia's face breaks into a grin. "That was great!"
"Thank you."
"I like it when you speak Welsh."
"I like it when you speak Welsh, but I can barely understand a thing."
Delia steps closer. "I meant I really like it."
"Oh."