Mm. That's fine. I'm not interested in the music either. Too noisy.
[Though, the image of Eustace getting an instrument foisted on him certainly would have been quite the sight to see. Does he even know how to play any...?
The flitten follows behind Ilsa as she leaves the house and wanders down the front yard, though it occasionally regards Eustace with a growing curiosity as they head to the field that is just down the road where the animals had set up several seating areas for picnics.
As promised, she manages to find a spot that's set well away from the others, and it's equipped with not just a grill and one of those cute swings, but there is a station nearby offering the assortment of foods and sweets that they've been handing out...
For later, she reminds herself as she turns back to Eustace.]
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[Though, the image of Eustace getting an instrument foisted on him certainly would have been quite the sight to see. Does he even know how to play any...?
The flitten follows behind Ilsa as she leaves the house and wanders down the front yard, though it occasionally regards Eustace with a growing curiosity as they head to the field that is just down the road where the animals had set up several seating areas for picnics.
As promised, she manages to find a spot that's set well away from the others, and it's equipped with not just a grill and one of those cute swings, but there is a station nearby offering the assortment of foods and sweets that they've been handing out...
For later, she reminds herself as she turns back to Eustace.]
See? Quiet.