It was good that he wouldn't need to work harder to distract her. And her answer just proved all the more that she was a unique soul, a dreamer, an artist, and he didn't know what to do with that strange sensation that she was meant to be in his life. So, as he was wont to do, Wes buried the feeling and focused on the present.
"Then we shall," he said agreeably, sure that between the two of them, they could sort out a way to get it moving again. Besides, having that experience, that glimpse into who she was, was something he wasn't going to pass up. He could already hear the chords, feel the stirrings of verses stringing together in his head.