"Yeah, looks like it." Bryn shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. There was one more performed before him, a witch was a ukulele who was just finishing tuning. He'd seen her on stage before and he was pretty sure that last time she had sung something quite twee and perky about her pet cat. That or she was a master of innuendo. It was hard to tell.
He chuckled, a little embarrassed. "No, it's alright. Never been that sort of person. So, uh, how are you? You had a bit of a cold, right?" Bryn was sure he'd read that somewhere.