It hadn’t been a grand intuitive leap, but Adrienne was pleased she’d hit the mark all the same, and she held back a giggle as he basked in the revelation. If she knew of ghosts better, she might have said he was blushing - the silver of his cheeks had gone particularly shiny. “Musical compositions,” She mused, immediately thinking of how well the Bard and Aristide might work together. As if he had read her mind, he asked after her musical abilities, which were certainly not as prolific as her brother’s. She explained as much to him, going onto say: “I’m not sure if my musical talent could measure up to your poetry, if what Ive heard so far is any indication of your abilities, but I learned the pianoforte as any upperclass woman is taught. Aristide plays beautifully though, I shall have to introduce you and him.” They would get on quite well, she decided. “Are you looking for an accompanist?”

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