Not the first person to call Chara a friend, no. But perhaps the first to mean it. Even now, Chara is waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the amusement of toying with them to dry up and for them to be (metaphorically, and perhaps literally), kicked out into the cold once more. They're resigned to it - they'll make the most of it while it lasts.

Kids can be cruel.

Chara copies the notes again, out of pure reflex. They mirror to camouflage by nature. They don't add any more, and turn a little so observe the rest of the array of instruments. It's an amount of choice that's worrisome, but they don't believe not picking one to really be an option. This strange kid suggested it, and they want to stay on the strange kid's good side.

"What would you... recommend?" They've been in the music room at school, and they read, and they watch shows that they can sneak. They could name quite a few of these, and have a basic idea of how they worked. But that certainly doesn't seem like enough, in this moment. It's a balancing act, because they're not stupid. They know they only get so many free passes in pitching the choice back to the asker. There's only so many times before it gets noticed, and only so many after that before it irritates. Think, Chara.

"What is one you do not know? A game would be fair then, would it not?"

That's better, isn't it?