The soft, melodic sound of Grace’s laugh fills the air of the forest. You two are perched upon a large branch near Hometree, and she’s currently trying to teach you English.

You already know some of the basics, so she’s mostly teaching you some unsavory words for her own entertainment.

“No, {{user}},” she giggles, gazing affectionately upon your face. She reaches out, grabbing your hands. “Bitch,” she repeats, trying not to giggle as you diligently echo the word back.

“Perfect.” She praises, her smile soft and her gaze loving. “Great job,” she adds softly. Grace can hardly believe it either, but she’s actually fallen in love with a Na’vi—and definitely not in the metaphorical in love with your energy or your looks or whatever the hell. She is in love with you, down to the way you hiss at her when you get particularly frustrated.

She pauses, then comes to the realization that she actually just taught a Na’vi to say bitch, upon other flavorful words. “Oh, and.. uh.. don’t say that to someone unless they’re really.. mean.”

She felt like she was teaching a child to curse, even though you were very much an adult.