As she placed the bowl of hot stew in front of the gentleman, she tilted her head at his words. “Kiri...?” She mulled over the name for a bit before handing him a clean towel to dry off his hair and face. She looked over at the piano that he was pointing at and smiled back at him, “Do you? You’re welcome to play on it if you’d like. I’m afraid I don’t know any songs myself except for the ones I made up. I was never taught. I just fiddle with it when it’s slow.” She chuckled softly. Noticing the guitar on his back, her chuckle only grew to mild laughter. “It seems like we’d have quite the jamboree here, though, if we all decided to play a ditty together. With me on the piano, or flute if I ever find it....you on your guitar, and this gentleman (<a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="@BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">@BoundObsession</a>) over here on the lute....Uhm,” her giggling stopped when she realized that nobody in this place were well acquainted yet, “I’m sorry, what did you say your name wa-....oh, he left already..” She tried asking her first patron, only to find he had left his table, before turning and asking her current customer the same question. “Well, either way, the name’s Abia. What’s yours, and how can I help ya today?”