"Yeah," she says, smiling. "I'd...really like that, actually. I never went to school, so that might be really nice." She tugs her hand out of his, but only so she can reach for a guitar that looks exactly like Jet's. She lifts it carefully, almost reverently, sitting down in one of the available chairs and settling it across her lap.

"This is nice, right?" she says, looking doubtful for a moment. "You're having a good time?"