Hermes sat himself down on the blanket next to the other slave. "Well if you have a blanket and binoculars," he teased, grinning at him. He stretched out comfortably, leaning back on the heels of his hands.
He tilted his head, considering the other boy quietly. "If you need someone to share in the burden of the wisdom you clearly don't realize you have, you're welcome to come find me." He nudged him playfully with his shoulder. Hermes was in absolutely no position to not do his best to endear himself to as much of the household as he could. The slaves he'd grown up with had known him since birth and still managed to turn against him in the end.
"You feel like a kind soul. I hope we'll get to be friends while we're here."