Maeve smiles. "Well, at least he has things he enjoys. I know very little of Egypt or gods or Japanese cartoons. Though, I can speak Japanese fluently. Most languages, actually. Because of my role as a Madam." She shrugs, peering over at his drawing briefly before laughing.

"My home had very little books. I would perhaps be interested in non-fiction if it had more information about what was going on. Then again, perhaps fiction really is the place to look." She has very little certainty of either option. "I've promised him more stories of the various parks I visited. Well, there was one. The World War Two one was...a simulation."