Lucien nudged Faolan's arm with his elbow as he took a seat. [color=burlywood]"Faolan, language."[/color] He scolded. It was likely the child didn't even know what it meant, but he didn't want him going around saying such things either. 

Snake continued to blow on his soup, occasionally lifting his gaze to look at Lucien and Faolan. He watched the larger man dip his bread into his soup, and glanced down at his own curiously, before dipping the last of his bread into it. He blew on that too, before taking a bite of it. His eyebrows raised slightly. It was delicious. 

The boy glanced up as he heard Faolan ask something about his age. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm not really sure.."[/color] Lucien had responded. 

Snake wasn't sure either. He knew what year he was born in.. mostly because it was the year he had been brought into the orphanage but.. not the day he was born. There was really no way for him to know that. He wasn't even sure what year it was now, it had been easy for him to lose track of such things.. it wasn't like anyone at the circus really told him anything. 

[color=#a7d3d4]"Born.. 1910."[/color] He told him, before finally taking a partial spoonful of the soup. It was still warm, but he could drink it now. He couldn't remember ever having had something so warm.. the boy was used to cold foods. 

[color=burlywood]"So he's around twelve.. That means he joined the circus when he was around eight years old..[/color] Lucien muttered, considering what the boy had told him before. If he had grown up in a forest.. it was strange for him to even be aware of the year he was born in. It made him wonder if there was more to this child's past than he was saying, but he didn't want to pry too much so quickly.