How could he NOT remember at least some of it when it was drilled into their heads from such a young age? The rest of it could jump into that Fira spell with old lady Mirla.

"Ugh, no kidding. Wouldn't wanna get suck in their heads for an afternoon. Or even fifteen minutes really, because seriously. Who does that? It's old. No one uses it except for in the tombs. And the grammar rules make zero sense when you're used to modern Lucian and even Common Eosian. Like, what the fuck were they even thinking with some of it?" Oh dear. He's started rambling. Quick, distract him with-

Yep. Greasy foods. That'll do it just fine. "Sure, let's go. Pretty sure Prompto could use something. He's been sulking in the corner all night and hasn't spoken to anyone but Cor? I know he's usually a wallflower but that usually loosens up a bit after the first two drinks."

He's on a mission now and it involves getting the sunshine bro to beam again. "Let's go before the world starts spinnin' or something."