At his use of we're and us, Malou's stomach tightened and her eyes lightened as she chuckled. "I am inclined to agree." She tilted her head toward him in silent acquiescence.

She looked at the sheet music on the piano and then back to him, her face shy at the mention of her playing piano again - and indeed, the reminder of their meeting. "They played it at the symphony." She admitted, a bit sheepishly. Then, because she was self concious of her playing (after all it had been such a long time since she had any sort of regular practice), she added, "I don't think just piano does it justice though. But it is better than no music at all."