Thirty Two Spoons {Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

[There's some rustling, and the creak of a hinge, before a slow, hesitant tune floats over the journals. When it finishes, there's a pause before the player clears her throat.]

I know this is a little sudden, but...it's so odd. When we got back, a thought occurred to me that I hadn't played a piano in ages, and I wanted to fix that. I think I might be a little rusty, though. If anyone has any requests, I'd be happy to try my hand at them.

To be quite honest, piano is a bit like riding a bike for me. I was a bit apprehensive, I thought I might have forgotten how! But I've still got it. Thank goodness.

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Action forever!

[cyan_maid]

[Not to be outdone, it seems that Jane has made an exception to her limited wishing for her own fitting ensemble in her usual cyan, which is no less snazzy than it would be in black. She's just affixing a mustache into place when Roxy enters.]

Oho! Why, Miss Lalonde, I've been expecting you!