Huan's name is - well, Huan. He's a Maia. He's able to do a lot of things. 

Like what?

He is very very hard to hurt, and can see very far and sense lots of things and guess lots of things and run ridiculously fast. 

Cool.

I hope you two get along. 

Nod nod.

Should I feed you? Let you sleep? I am not accustomed to small children. 

...grownups here not eat and sleep?

We do, but are better at saying when we need to!

Am maybe a little hungry.

He has them brought food. It is pretty boring. Remember what I told you about my brother's tastes? He is very silly. 

This a whole city! Why everybody eating what he want?

They are his people and love him very much and blame themselves for things. 

...doesn't explain.

When you love someone sometimes you love the silly things about them that you otherwise might not like. 

...okay but this is boring food.

I will have better fetched by tomorrow. Perhaps you can try your logic on my brother's people and see if we can save them from themselves. 

Okay.

Can you not sing food tastier? We can't do that but we can send mental impressions of tastiness. 

No, are not angel songs for that.

I can try sending you mental impressions of tasty things if you'd like. 

Okay!

So he concentrates on some vivid taste memories and sends them via osanwe. 

Mmmm.

You have a very good public/private thoughts distinction for such a young child, you know.