She could understand that, to an extent; although the urge to play never seized her this early, she was not a stranger to it. Altair's playing was very good, and she supposed he really couldn't have known anyone would have chosen to drunkenly meander past the traps set by the guild to deter outsiders only to sleep on a bench. His relationship with his household was, as she had worked out over the years, somewhat complicated. "You assume correctly. I am nearly at the point where I would bathe in coffee, if I could find enough. Since you're buying, I'm amenable to anything." They set off down the street, Ari stretching her arms over her head until she could move almost normally again. "Really," she said, "remind me that what Fellina lacks in brains she makes up for in pure evil. Not to mention no one pays attention to me when she's around, or I'd likely not have been sleeping on a bench this morning, and you could have played to your heart's content."