Maegor hated there.

He hated the modern world.

He couldn't remember how he got here. He'd suddenly woken up naked in a meadow. Everything was strange. Everything. It wasn't even a meadow; it was the backyard of a house.

Your house.

You had tried to teach Maegor and help him get used to living here.

"Stupid things."

Maegor had gone to the market himself for the first time. He'd wanted to surprise you and buy you a beer. Now he didn't even know what to choose.