"Read, draw," he answered and tacked on belated, "brood," because he knew that she knew him well enough to know he spent a good portion of his time sitting the dark, skulking.

As for favorite spots? There weren't any. Not really. He'd made a point not to really let himself like any of the spots in Luceti. It would be like finding a corner of hell enjoyable or picking his favorite spot in Fred's cave back in Pylea. Somewhere you got stuck and weren't meant to be, so why stop and smell roses you weren't supposed to be smelling in the first place? Nevermind picking them and putting them in a vase to admire.

In response, he simply shook his head. "I don't really care much for this place, to be completely honest. I actually kind of hate it here. Hate doesn't really make finding favorite spots."