Voltaire turned his attention immediately towards Solome, after all he was the one who brought Voltaire into this familia [color=8493ca]"Yes I did. Thank you for the bed."[/color] He spoke with gratitude and Solomesimply nodded in response, a wizened grin on his face.

There was hardly time for Voltaire to begin eating as Koph started to throw information at him. It came so quickly he barely caught any of it [color=8493ca]"Huh?"[/color] His mouth partly full with food. Thankfully Solome explained at a pace that wasn't mad. It was soothing to know that this breakfast was a sort of custom, and that Solome was willing to support him. Koph seemed like great company so far but it was a relief to have someone with their head on tighter.

Silver-blue eyes blinked as Koph eagerly demanded he speed through his breakfast, and it worked. He scarfed down what he had left, coughing a little on the last bite. [color=8493ca]"Alright, alright. I'm done."[/color] A single hand was used to wipe away a bit of food that got caught on the corner of his mouth.

Cleaning the kitchen was often a chore he had at the orphanage, so this little amount of work was nothing. The name however he wouldn't so easily accept [color=8493ca]"Its 'Voltaire', not 'Voltar'."[/color] He corrected as he rose from his seat and collected the dishes from the table [color=8493ca]"And I'll get the dishes."[/color] His name was only possession give to him by his birth family, so he tended to cherish it.