User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20180218051709/@comment-28358106-20180228015829

While Gladus enjoys his buffet (and if the rate at which he goes through his cookies, her certainly does) Lucida watches his wings. She knows that butterflies position their wings in accordance with their particular moods, but being simple creatures, Lucida doubted that logic applied here. Gladus was no mere insect, that much she knew, so she would have to discover his means of communication another way. With that thought, she gets an idea.

Patiently she waits until Jester is not actively engaged in conversation. When she sees her chance, she leans over towards him and whispers so as not to interrupt Alex's story, keeping her hand level so Gladus isn't disturbed.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jester," she says, hardly audible, "Um, I hate to be a bother, but is there any literature I might borrow to learn more about Gladus' kind?  I'd like to know how you understand him when he speaks."

"Oh, you went to Marcus' place?" Thomas seems suddenly intrigued. "I'll wager that was...interesting.  But we can get to that later.  What happened after you left his home?"