Caleb: What is a “watch”?
Nott: Oh, he only knows them by the Zemnian name.
Caleb: You mean like a guard?
Nott: No, like a… a clockrusen? That’s how you say it in your language I think. A clockenticken.
Caleb: You are adorably fucking wrong right now.
Nott, confidently: I’ve been picking up little bits of the language.