*~*Zaley's POV*~*
After I stopped letting myself freak out over nothing, dinner was fantastic. And thankfully, I wasn't lost at all when it came to ordering the food. My parents hadn't sheltered me growing up, and I spoke foreign languages with ease, as did my entire family. That handy little gift was passed down from Mom and Dad, allowing us to naturally understand and speak all languages. Therefore, I was able to order my own food. However, it would have been nice to see what Amadeus would have chosen for me. Perhaps next time.
While we ate, we talked. Conversation with Amadeus was easy and seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He always seemed to listen to me, not just partially, but with intent. He paid attention to what I was saying, made inquiries here and there, and even commented on things I had to tell him.
