“Mark spricht kein Deutsch,” Aunt Maria explained.
“We’ll manage,” I reassured them. “If you speak German slowly, I can understand you. And we’ll both speak English slowly and with simple words. Right?” I glared at Mark.
“Simple words,” he repeated. “I can do that. I can do that even better with beer.”
A Wolf's Christmas, Wolves of the South Book 7
(coming as soon as I can manage)