i'll show you voice, eh?

guess you'll find out. what's got my name in your mouth?

hah. you never change, darlin'.

back she is. the gentle sillage of her perfume announces her arrival first, as she takes note of the baby and closes the door softly behind her. she kneels at his side, checking if they're awake before she speaks. "hey, hunt."

in your arms as the red sun sets; times like these, i'll never forget. ♪

"for you? no such thing." she rises from her position, joining him on the velvet. an odd juxtaposition, this room: a place she voluntarily spills her guts; a place made to be photographed. she looks at the note, but doesn't move to read it. not without permission. "what's up?"

howdy.

mmh. can be hard to tell in one of this size, kiddo. hunt or spence?

seb? ( she arches her eyebrows. not usually any good with girls, sebastian. so that must mean... ) alright, babes. let me know how much he usually gives you, i'll double it, and you tell him you're out, eh?

jill tuck? ( her expression softens, slightly, and she drops her crossed arms. so she was hasty. sebastian and amanda would have her approach this very differently. she treads a middle ground, with an intelligence that keeps her heart out of it. ) you better?

oh, don't put dirt on the grave of that one just yet.

pardon the shoving, then. play for me, eh?

if that's all you have committed to memory. but you compose, i know it.