"What were you like as a child?" She said. "Were you always like… well… what you are now?"
"Haha, what I am now? You were going to say something biting, weren't you?" Oliver grinned.
"No. I just can't find a way to properly describe you, apart from strange," Nila said.
"Strange, is it… I suppose I'll take strange," Oliver said.
"Did you have a lot of friends growing up?" Nila said.
"Hm… There were a few of them. Just the village kids, really. We always seemed to be up to something. Most of the time, we were bothering the livestock, though. I don't know why I ever thought it was a good idea to ride a cow. There was a boy, Marcus, who tried to copy me, and he had his arm broken," Oliver said, shaking his head at the memory. "Marcus… There's a name I haven't said in a long time."
"Haha, really?" Nila said. "How did you manage to trick him into copying you?"
