"Everyone in your family seems quite capable. Just look at your two sisters-in-law. One is a foreign correspondent fluent in several languages, and the other is a translator, so she must know even more languages..."
"Yeah," Koa Jackson pondered, "my second cousin-in-law knows twelve languages."
"Stop it, I don't want to hear anymore," Mia Ginger said dejectedly.
"I told you, she's a translator."
"That's still too much," Mia murmured.
Koa Jackson chuckled softly, amused by her reaction.
Mia pressed her lips together, thinking, then suddenly asked, "Professor Jackson, how many languages can you speak?"
"Does just speaking count?" Koa asked in return.
"Be fluent, at least enough to communicate."
"Hmm." After a brief thought, Koa whispered, "Not that many, around four."
Mia: "..."
A doctor, why does he need to know so many languages?
Not willing to give up, she asked, "What about the ones you know a little bit of?"
"Just over ten, I guess," Koa replied calmly.
