She looks down at her drink, releasing it from one hand so she can pulls her fingers through the strands of her hairpin. "I saw a few songs that I know well enough for this, but I'm not sure my voice is good enough for any of them." There's also the part where she's never sung, in public or for anyone at all, to contend with, which makes this all the more scary for her.

When their next round of drinks arrives, she thanks the server and turns her fresh glass of ginger ale around in her hands a few times. "I'd love to see the two of you do a duet, though. It sounds like it would be fun."