"I haven't ever read... to someone before," Sarge says, looking kind of shyly pleased, a little bit. "I... don't think I haven't anyway. If I have, I don't remember it." Maybe that's the kind of skill you retain even if you don't know where it came from, like fighting. "It's nice, though. Pleasant."

Maybe even fun, but he's still working out what feels like "fun" exactly.

He gets up and stretches a little, then drifts to the counter for some water, hoping one of the ghosts anticipates his need. "I can keep going if you want. I just need something to drink, I think." He hasn't talked this much... pretty much ever. "Are you going to learn ballet? From Fio?"