Varius reddened in the cheeks, "Why thank you Plymouth! I think your shirt buttons are rather spiffy too!" He had been talking to Varius in the special language of gritgrot, of course. How had Varius known Plym was talking about him? Well 'Oooguhhhh' was Varius in this lovely language, although eye contact couldn't have hurt!

"laaaabla eeeeekkk hur bul ug ug ug BLA WAHHHHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH MAAAAAAMMAAAAAAAAAA meeee feeee rutleeee THIS IS NOT MY WIG essssss tusaaa mucca WAHHH goo... GOO!" Varius took three years of gritgrot seminars. He was pro.