“Do you have—um—” I racked my exhausted brain, searching for the right Aran word. “Um—It says—” I held up my two fingers, bringing them together, making snp, snp sounds with my tongue. “This thing?” Max gave me a look of deadpan confusion. “Huh?” “It says snp, snp,” I repeated, frustrated, bringing my fingers together again. He stared blankly at me.
silly
