*Synonym for Talk*

"What is your plan?" Max asked, walking into the room with two cups of coffee in hand. 

Ran sat on a long desk with piles of books stacked up on top of each other, almost completely blocking him from view. 

"I have narrowed it down to at least fifty languages." Ran said, peeking his head out while Max walked over to him and handed him the cup. 

Taking the cup, Ran took a sip, made a face before putting the cup down on the table, besides the books. 

"Fifty?" Max whistled, "At least that is better than the six hundred forty-three languages you had before." 

"I am making progress." He smiled, leaning back against the cushioned chair. "How's Aliya? Gotten sick recently?" 

"Nope." He said, taking a sip of his coffee. "She is much better now, especially with those girls' mother looking after her so well." 

"She is a good nurse." Ran agreed, looking around the room. "Max, can I ask you something?" 

"Shoot."