"You know I can't mix business with pleasure, Stax. I'd love to invite you in here to play for everyone one day, but that would be terribly unprofessional of me. I can, however, spare one of my off days for you. We're closed on Wednesdays, as you no doubt know. I'd be more then happy to have you in on one of them... maybe the next one, and play for everyone here. I can even compensate you for your time and trouble." She smiled. She had heard Stax play before, in a night club. To think of it, it was the first time they met, and before he went blind. His 'impairment' hasn't stunted his ability to play at all, in fact, it seemed to improve it. "I'm sure Mari would love to hear you play, as well. Val speaks highly of your skill." She paused for a moment. "What do you say? Wednesday? Around noon. Lunch'll be on me."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Mari took the paper and looked it over. Some of it was a bit much, but she was certain she could condense some of the longer ones into something that would fit. "Alright folks." She smiled, nodding to the group. "Everything's in order." She raised her voice some, shouting to another room. "Oh, ARLA!" She called, a young Nekomimi appearing in the door frame.<br/><br/>"You bellowed?" She asked, her ears twitching in the stiff breeze of the AC unit.<br/><br/>"Arla, be a dear and show our guests to their areas. Oh... uh... are you three separate, or together?"