"Oh. Oh, let me think." It's not that he doesn't have happy memories-- he has lots of them-- but he has to pick one! He taps his chin a moment, then decides, "When I was younger. Much younger, and smaller, I was I think ten years old." It crosses his mind to wonder if Serph's world even had children, but... surely it did? He doesn't clarify for now, anyway. "My little sister and I stole the village burro and tried to go on a joy ride through the forest."

He grins. "A burro is a bigger animal than a dog, with hooves and big ears that stick up. They're for carrying things and people. And they do not go very fast, but we were determined to have some fun and go fast anyway!"

As Serph guessed, he is even more animiated with hands-- and tails, and expression to boot-- when telling a happier tale.