A sugar catfish? Rose glanced at the sugar turtles again? 'Oh, you make sugar animals? That's wonderful!' She imagined the little ones' delight, next time the family would come to see her. 'Thank you,' she smiled conspiratorially. 'Something nice and quiet for baby, then,' she said, opening the case, then paused at Aoi's question.<br/><br/>'Oh, classical mainly,' she said, starting to put the flute together. 'I can do the occasional folk piece as well, but the flute is hardly an instrument for partying these days... not loud enough.' She blew lightly on the mouthpiece to test it, then thought for a moment. Debussy's<em>Syrinx</em>, definitely.<br/><br/>The first couple of notes came out rather breathy; she hadn't got the angle right. A little shift, and the piece began to flow in little trills like rolling hills. After all, this was supposed to recreate Pan's pipes, wasn't it? Rose half-closed her eyes and let go of thought and the place around her.