"Bah, 'is place ai'nt to kkk-crowded. Now 'at I'm 'inking bout it, 'ere could be a whole lot of yar people, I wouldn't kkk-care. At least, here 'ey don't treat me as 'e thief I am.
About 'e understanding... I'll worry 'bout keeping me alive. You? A close second, and 'ats how far ya gonna get. But lets hope 'at we get the cash and find ano'er good taverne to celebrate it, eh?"
And with this, Chik-Cha started to pick the meat of her lamb roast in a manner closely resembling a crow, although she bothered to use knife and fork where more convenient.