"Chair... Table... Knife... Spoon..." These were the only things he could recognize. He had a fork in front of him as well, and on his plate was a steak. This, as he called it, "soup" was so hard to eat. Seven nearly choked when he tried to sip it and slurp it like normal soup, and someone had to go help.
"Bad... *cough* Soup..." He said between coughs. The person looked at him with a questionable look, and took his steak and replaced it with a bowl a soup.
After a bit, he was done with his food, and after a longer bit he ended up in Clover town. He stepped out, onto the deck, and stretched. Woo! Now I find 'fun.'"
Not knowing what "fun" meant, he was sent a note by his father again, with more weird pieces of paper, with just saying "Go have fun!" He still had no idea what these slips of paper entailled. He tried to sound out the words on it.