“It doesn’t have to be by name. Just a song.”

She didn’t catch his glances at first, but Ventus isn’t being particularly furtive about it. She laughs a little, bot at him, just… he’s an awkward young kid who looks like he’s trying not to get caught being naughty or something. It’s endearing. “You can look,” she encourages. “I set this up so people can come by and play. Or try to. Just to have fun.”

Beat. A little eagerly: “And—I’m not super skilled at any of them, but I can still show you how to play some of these.”