Carefully, Mira extracts the instrument from the case, carefully tunes it as he speaks. It's been well-cared for, but was never a fine instrument. "I wouldn't have offered if I'd minded." he says, expression warm and soft, as he begins to play, spinning a gentle melody beneath his fingers.
"Is there a particular song you would like to hear, or shall I just play whatever?"
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"Is there a particular song you would like to hear, or shall I just play whatever?"