Junari stood up in confusion. Okay? It was just a chair. Looking at him as he spoke. "What a weird thing it is just a chair..." he said in confusion. Listening to him speak. "I suppose you could." He looked at him. "I wouldn't mind trying to teach you to speak my language." He said after moments of thinking. "Grub?" He echoed. What a weird term. "Oh...food. Alright...let's grab this...grub." He said. It sounded quite funny the way he said it. So serious yet puzzled. He stood fully and followed his new friend. He was happy to have a new friend. He watched him with the strange smelling alcohol. "That smells strangely heavier than alcohol I recall." He said in a musing tone.<br/><br/>He looked at the mush and studied it. Taking a mouthful and deciding it didn't taste bad. "Parle? Oh...the use of the term for surrender and mercy. Yes. We had parle back on our ships. Different yet unique. I will maybe one day show you our ships." He said with a smile. Looking to him then to Seime as he walked in. Blinking as he spoke on the food. What an interesting way of putting it. It was just strange to him. He smiled anyways at the fake epic bow. "You won't think that when I argue with you." He said with an impish grin. "I am not the type to go yes sir no sir." He was being serious but playful. He then grew serious. "How long am I held onto like a piece of treasure? For that matter WHY am I your treasure?"