This is about one adult person who happened to be human falling in love with another adult person who happened to be a Wookiee.”
“Can Rey even speak Wookiee?” “You know, it’s a little annoying that you don’t read my fanfic,
but what’s really annoying is that you don’t read any Chewie fanfic. If you did, you’d know that Wookiee was not a language, it was a species.
There were at least three Wookiee languages. Rey learned Shyriiwook from Wookiees who came to Jakku,
but she didn’t usually speak it because Wookiees mostly understood Basic.” I was laughing. “And why are you using the past tense?”
“Because all of this happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, Holmesy. You always use the past tense when talking about Star Wars. Duh.”
“Wait, can humans speak Shyri—the Wookiee language?” Daisy did a very passable Chewbacca impersonation in response, then translated herself.
“That was me asking if you’re gonna eat your fries.” I passed the to-go carton across the table to her, and she took a handful,
then made another Chewbacca noise with her mouth half full. “What did that mean?” I asked her.
“It’s been over twenty-four hours; time to text Davis.” “Wookiees have texting?” “Had texting,” she corrected me.
SEVEN
MONDAY MORNING, I drove Mom to school because her car was in the shop.
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