Koda looked at her and shook his head as she asked him a question. "No I don't Serenity. My family never taught me things like that. They never taught me anything really except that I wasn't loveable." He said with a sad smile. He had a bit of a sheepish look. He knelt down beside her when she gestured for him to do so. Looking at the list she handed him then back to her. Watching her take the herb out of the ground root and all. He listened intently and eagerly as she began to tell him in great detail about the herb called Thyme. He would remember it all in detail because he had a vivid and great memory about things that he was taught. Hence how he could speak in Latin with a ghost as old as Serenity if not older. He looked at her as she taught him to get the herbs out of the ground without damaging the plant. Laughing as this was rather fun. He was enjoying learning something new.<br/><br/>He looked at her. "You don't know that. Maybe one day...maybe one day you'll find someone you want to keep with you forever. You are a strong woman to conquer a fear as great as being forever alone. I respect that about you...your intense and great strength despite the hurtles the world throws at you. It makes you stronger." He followed her into the house. Picking up the little girl ghost Natari who had fallen asleep. He stopped outside the house and put all the ghost kids to sleep in their graves. "Sleep well my young friends." He said softly. Following her again. Despite what he had said he wished he had someone like Serenity all the  time. She was a wonderful woman who treated him normal. He shook his head. Tomodachi? What was that? He headed to find Momma Christine. See if she could tell him what Tomodachi meant.<br/><br/>He looked at Christine when he found her. "Momma Christine?" He called otu. When she was looking at him he rubbed the back of his head. "What does tomodachi mean?" He asked softly. He looked at Christine. Walking forwards and hugging her. When she told him what it meant he yawned and nodded his head. "Thank you Momma Christine." He kissed her cheek. "Good night Momma Christine." He let her go and headed to his room. Dressing in pajamas and went to sleep. Only waking when nightfall came. Showering and got dressed for the "day" he headed down the stairs. Momma Christine would be sleeping still so he headed outside. He sat on a step to a mosueluem and began to sing to himself and the spirits. They gathered before him sitting down and listening. He sang with his eyes closed. He kept singing until the song was over. It wasn't that long of a song but it was a beautiful one. Singing a second song afterwards. The ghosts, old and young alike, sitting there and listening.<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zffSRU7FLLw"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/zffSRU7FLLw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTYuD2kFc5c"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/QTYuD2kFc5c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>