The air was less dense now, much calmer and smooth between them.  Eddy laughed, told Luke the band was a family favorite-- his grandmother's, the one who meant so much to him.  It was so sweet, to hear the fondness in Eddy's voice, the crinkle around his eyes as he looked back on the past; Luke studied that softness, mirrored it in his own smile.<br/><br/>He laughed too, light and bouncing with delight.  The image of a young Eddy annoying the hell out of his neighbors, getting paid to expand his musical repertoire; that was cute.  Very cute.<br/><br/>"My parents had some of their records; they'd play them in the house on rainy days and on the weekends...  I never learned guitar, but I'm all thumbs anyways."  He leaned forward carefully, getting some of the fruit salad-- it looked so good...<br/><br/>He nibbled at a strawberry slice, enjoying the taste.  It was delicious.  "I kind of just gravitate towards whatever catches my attention, my mood... I'll listen to pretty much anything.  Not too picky...  But I think your mimaw had good taste."