“Yeah, but… not for us. Lucky described something similar in her journal. She got better at playing the guitar… then she knew a language she wasn’t supposed to.” Mostly true. To see Lucky work, it now seemed as though she knew every language. She had never once seen her younger self reference a dictionary, no matter what they were doing. Not like Melody, who carried her reference materials with her on her computation surface at all times. She didn’t have a cutie mark yet. “I think they throw parties for it sometimes. Too bad everyone left, or we could have one for both of you.”