Was that a wrong thing to say? He tilts his head, peering over at Timo inquiringly, though not unsmiling. He was asked what he likes to do, so he answered - but, it occurrs to him, he was never before really asked that question. Only ones like 'do you like activity X?' or 'what did you do today?'. His mother always seemed to enjoy the stories that he could tell her about the world outside of her bedchamber.

He eats a bit more of the soup and shakes his head, spoon still in mouth, before answering. "If they don't know that I'm there, they can't send me away, yes?" It's simple logic. Anyone would do it like that. Right? And a lot of people are just watching others without approaching them. The difference is that most of them are old and strong enough to not just be sent away when they are spotted. Or picked on. That's not pleasant, either. "And you can't pick on someone that you don't know is there, either. And it is still very lively to be around people, even if they don't know that you are there." He laughs, more a quiet giggle with upturned corners of his mouth, high pitched and cheerful, happy, clearly enarmoured with memories. "People can be very lively, yes?"

It'd be nice if he could make friends. If Timo is so sure of it, he will try. But he's not sure if he should get his hopes up.