"Huh! Well, consider me very sincerely hopeful you'll find something we can do for you."

"Yeah that thing there is really cramping my style."

"I can imagine."

"Can you?"

"I have a brother who is a musician and it is really easy to imagine that were he human his life would be an extraordinarily joyful one."

"Wow, yeah, that must be a bummer."

"When he was about this tall -" he gestures around his knees - "we had to take his toy flute away because he'd gotten too good at it."

"Oh no."

"He'll like the instruments, though."

"I hope so. I probably do not have the musical talent of someone who was notably good at the flute knee-high but naively duets would ameliorate the problem?"

"Yes, as long as there's no one else around. You can listen to him and then make him some trinkets, if you want to."

"I might do that!"

"You can also play the human music if you want, debt does not appear to track between the two of you."

"I didn't think it did. How soundproof are the rooms?"

"My brother's is but otherwise it's not particularly a problem we were expecting."

"I don't know if I'm any good by faery standards what with you being immortal and it being weird that there's an impersonal measure of that in the first place, how long does it take to tell?"

"It's immediate."

"- from the first note, seriously?"

"I think so? I haven't actually tested it. From the first six notes, definitely."

"Well. Can I check, how expensive are six notes if I'm good."

"Not that much and I've just answered a bunch of questions. Go ahead."

Cam plays the first six notes of Devil Went Down To Georgia.

"That counts, yes."

"Oh well. Or yay, I suppose, depending on perspective."

"My congratulations and condolences, then!"