The lessons were intense, and it felt like he was getting nowhere, but Dale could tell progress was being made. Fortunately, unlike high school Spanish, the lessons were immediately useful. He'd learned enough of their language to have at least broken conversations with the construction ponies, and had picked out the paint for what he considered the 'human' part of the embassy. The only exception was Kate's room; he'd let her pick her own color palette. He hoped she still liked it when they weaned her off the morphine. 