I don't think that means what you think it means The closing door cut off an angry cry in Bulgarian, and Bill tilted his head to one side, apparently thinking. "I think he said Kagato te hvana, shche ispeya piletata ti. Which I'm pretty sure is Bulgarian for If you're ever in Havana ask Chi-chi for a drink." "I don't think that means what you think it means," said Ben. "Havana's a pretty long way from Bulgaria. Why would he know anyone living over there?" "People emigrate everywhere," said Bill. "Look at Hench, I mean, they came from South Africa. It's not that unlikely that a Bulgarian would emigrate to Cuba." "Hench is South American," said Ben. He looked puzzled. "I'm pretty sure they've got Aztec ancestry." "He speaks Xhosa," said Bill. "I think. He clicks a lot, anyway." "I thought that was arthritis?" There was silence as they walked out the corridor with the paintings, underneath the lintel that read "You're not allowed in here!" and then along a narrow street that eventually led to the High Street. "How much do we really know about Hench?" "We seem to both know different things," said Ben. "That's a bit of a worry." "You don't think Hench would be playing us, do you? I mean, we gave them training. We took them to the Midnight Souk. We took them fishing." Bill sounded aggrieved. "Anything's possible," said Ben. "Maybe we should leave them in the Hospice and get a new Henchling? "After they open the bag for us." "True."
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I don't think that means what you think it means
The closing door cut off an angry cry in Bulgarian, and Bill tilted his head to one side, apparently thinking. "I think he said Kagato te hvana, shche ispeya piletata ti. Which I'm pretty sure is Bulgarian for If you're ever in Havana ask Chi-chi for a drink."
"I don't think that means what you think it means," said Ben. "Havana's a pretty long way from Bulgaria. Why would he know anyone living over there?"
"People emigrate everywhere," said Bill. "Look at Hench, I mean, they came from South Africa. It's not that unlikely that a Bulgarian would emigrate to Cuba."
"Hench is South American," said Ben. He looked puzzled. "I'm pretty sure they've got Aztec ancestry."
"He speaks Xhosa," said Bill. "I think. He clicks a lot, anyway."
"I thought that was arthritis?"
There was silence as they walked out the corridor with the paintings, underneath the lintel that read "You're not allowed in here!" and then along a narrow street that eventually led to the High Street.
"How much do we really know about Hench?"
"We seem to both know different things," said Ben. "That's a bit of a worry."
"You don't think Hench would be playing us, do you? I mean, we gave them training. We took them to the Midnight Souk. We took them fishing." Bill sounded aggrieved.
"Anything's possible," said Ben. "Maybe we should leave them in the Hospice and get a new Henchling?
"After they open the bag for us."
"True."
Greg - the idea that the henchling might be playing them is utterly delightful, even if it turns out to not be the case.
Also: I am equally sure that the Bulgarian is not saying what Bill thinks :D
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