"I like singing pretty much anything with a melody."

"You any g- Bella, he any good?"

"Haven't actually heard him yet."

"Did you ask her because you thought I'd be overly modest or overly confident? That was an exclusive or, by the by, 'yes' is not an acceptable answer."

"Well, I didn't know which one!"

"I could have an accurate read on my own skill, you know!"

"Sure, but how would I know?"

"If I was wrong she'd correct me!"

"But it turns out she hasn't heard you."

"Yes, and you still have no information on how well I can sing."

"So now you should sing something."

"What, here?"

"Movie's over."

"Let's at least go outside."

"Do let's," he grins.

Out they go. (Tap tap tap.)

Out Sadde follows Isabella like a lovestruck puppy.

"Now we're outside."

"So we are. What do you want me to sing?"

"I dunno what songs you know."

"Pick a style, or an artist, or something."

"Do the Star Spangled Banner."

"Huh, not bad."

He grins. "I could've told you that."