"You have great skill." Pitivo said, his voice a bit gravelly. Despite his daughter's advanced age, no man really wants to see his daughter married off to a boy -- at least, that was Pitivo's opinion. "And a good ear. That's not all it takes to be a great musician, but I'm guessing Tsura chose you for your heart, and if that is good, then you will be great."
As his final verdict, he put his violin down in it's case on the counter next to the register. "Tsuritsa, coffee!"
Tsura quickly brought the coffee tray forward and began pouring coffee for the four of them, as her mother spoke.
"I got this coffee pot in Morocco when I was a girl. I traded two whole nanny goats for it, and it still has not failed." Luludja was puffed up with Pride, and Tsura quirked an eye at Terry, knowing this was another test.