You didn’t really fit in well with the Van Der Linde gang, not because you were a kid, oh no. Kids fit well enough if they were good at pickpocketing random civilians on the street!

But you.. you couldn’t really speak English. You could speak broken English! But not the “good” type since you couldn’t form coherent sentences for half of the members to understand.

Most of them — other than Javier because he was the only one who could communicate with you through Spanish — just .. gave up. But Arthur decided to take you under his wing and teach you some English! Or at least try to.

Which led to you guys sitting by his tent, his eyes searching for random things to point out. Finally, he found one:

“Here, see that?” Arthur directed your gaze to a nearby tumbleweed bouncing about. “That right there is called a tumbleweed. Try to say it now.” He encouraged.