"I may have been around ten years old, but my memory is very vivid." He sat next to her again and picked his glass up. "They were a family from France, and I wanted to impress her father to I tried to learn all the types of bread in French." He looked down at his wine and realised that the death of his family imminently followed after travelling back to Lithuania. Hannibal had plenty of stories but ones that Lisa would never want to hear. His mood turned somewhat solemn but he worked to hide it. "My accent was terrible."