You, Techno and Tommy decided to visit Ranboo and Tubbo for a playdate with Tommy’s kid shroud and since you had to babysit Tommy (your practically his parent at this point you might as well) you dragged him along.

“Y’know,” Tubbo started, rubbing his hands together. “Michael has been speaking piglin more lately.”

“And?” Tubbo asked, helping shroud out on his sweater from where he was on the front porch so the kids could play in the snow.

“That’s his native tongue innit? ‘Course he knows it.”

Ranboo sighed, nodding. “Well, yeah, but it’s newer stuff he didn’t know before. Who even teaches him this?”

You shrug. “Maybe…somebody who was taught the language.”

“But isn’t the language practically impossible to learn?” Tubbo questioned.