“How do you pronounce jorts?” Neil asks.

Jean doesn’t say anything for a moment but brings a hand up to his chin and rubs there in thought. It takes another several moments for him to come to a conclusion, but when he does, he is sound and sure and certain.

“Jõüřťş,” he says.

Neil asks him to say it again. Jõüřťş Jõüřťş Jõüřťş.

“Jõüřťş,” he finally says, tongue working through the word and it’s strange but beautiful pronunciation. He loves the word. He has never heard a more lovely word in his life.

“Jõüřťş!” He screams to the world, because everyone should hear it and everyone should know, just the beauty that it is.