One of Noctus's favorite things to do was read. He read any chance he could. When he was eating, when his library had guests, when he was alone. Most of the time he'd work his way through a stack of them each day.

He, very occasionally, cursed his fast reading.

But once a week, he would read slowly. Aloud. He would pluck a small pile from the children's section of the library and close his beloved home to make his way toward the Seel Fountain. Sometimes he would find a crowd of younglings waiting for him. Sometimes it was only a few. But always, there was at least one.

Noctus enjoyed reading to the children of Genfle Falls. They were bright, inquisitive, curious. All traits he encouraged. And it was moments like this he lived for. "Mister Noctus, sir!" a wee Hounder called, raising a paw to disrupt the story. Noctus trilled in question, tilting his head at an angle only his species could do. "If the Caterpie was so hungry, why didn't his mama just make him snacks?"

Ah, the innocence of young. "That's a very good question, Jonny! This Caterpie must have lived very far from his mama indeed. Perhaps he didn't have a mama, just like Kimmy has a daddy and a papa. It's up to your little imaginations to think of the answer!"

Seeing as there were no more questions, Noctus returned to his reading of The Hungry Caterpie.