Good enough, she'll still know which one they are that way. "Yes, good," she agrees. She's not sure why she cares about knowing which is which- probably some politeness thing, if she had to guess, it seems rude not to know who she's talking to.

Eventually she realizes how late (early) it's getting. Her parents will be confused if she's not downstairs for breakfast, though she'll mostly be left to her studies. Which today is officially going to be "make sure the strange magic people learn Welchin (and don't do anything too crazy to the dinnerware again)". She justifies this to herself as kind of language studying.

"Now, Emma go, see mom, see dad, three eat, Emma come here," she explains. "Crystal want eat first?"