Micah smiled, his father was very wise even though most people wouldn't assume it when they saw him. He was silent as he ate his meal and when he was finished, he drank what wine he had left and set the empty glass down on the table right next to his empty plate. He was pretty full right now, he never really ate much or drank much for that matter. He never knew how it was possible for anyone to eat or drink so much, when did they get full? "Fun?" he repeated and thought for a moment. "Well it depends on what you consider fun. When I was younger, my mother and I would read books under the tree in our garden. My parents would often tell me stories about their own childhoods which I still find very entertaining. I don't really have people over to my home, I guess it is safe to say that I don't have friends." he answered.