Come on, baby, breathe, breathe - look, Mama's got milk for you finally, don't you want to try it - BREATHE -
"For a long time, and sometimes still today, in places, men were discouraged from acting on their creativity. I wasn't sure if it was backwards for you, if your God's different. Though you did say you sung."
"I mostly agree." She picks up a tart and then pauses before eating it. "Does your world have recorded music?"
"No. Here, let me..." She rifles through her bag and extracts a case from which she pulls a curved band with two soft round things on the inside of its ends. She uses her thumbnail to move something intricate on it with a sharp click, and the circles on the outer side from the soft bits light up orange, then switch to soft amber. "Put this on," she instructs, passing it across the table. "Over your ears."
"Sorry, let me find..." Thekla spends a while causing a tiny lit-up oval from the case to make more clicky noises.
And then there's music, right in Rebecca's ears (though not over-loud). It's the arpeggio-y piece from earlier, performed as an a cappella choral piece.
Rebecca sways to the beat. This lulls Catherine more deeply asleep than she had already gotten nursing, and Rebecca moves her to her shoulder.
The song stops after a few minutes and nothing comes on to replace it. "I have an old music player somewhere; you can borrow it if I can find it." (The ear-things only barely impede Rebecca in hearing this, especially now that they aren't making sound of their own.)
"You're welcome. If I can find it." Munch munch. "If you're sticking around for the second service I can have my family bring it to you then."
"Lots of people like it, and like it more than the stuff you already heard. I don't really, which is why I come to the earlier service."
Clicky clicky clicky. "My niece likes this one."
Hello, my name is child of the One true Queen
I've been saved, I've been changed, I have been set free
Surpassing grace is the course I've seen
Hello, my name is child of the One true Queen
Thekla smiles into her cobbler. "Yeah, it makes sense that we'd have ones your world hasn't gotten to. Or maybe we've just gone in completely different directions. Have you recognized most of the ones you've heard so far?"