"Lemon-ginger, s'il vous plait." Fleur said not thinking about it too much. When it came to tea she was pretty clear cut on what she liked and didn't like. It wasn't coffee but the longer she hung around English people the more and more she developed a taste for it. It wasn't something she would admit but she was growing to rather like it.
Fleur needed no further prompting as she made her way to the piano tucked away in the corner and sat down upon the bench. For a moment she sat there and set her fingers gently on the keys as she had been taught. It had been a while since she had even found the ambition to sit in front of one. "My skill set is more along the line of shorter pieces," Fleur told him hearing Percy's words float in from the kitchen.
She was happy to find it was much like riding a bicycle in the sense it came flooding back. Her first few attempts at even a simple C-scale were riddled with a few mistakes but by the fourth time it was fluid and perfect. "Do you have a favorite piece to play?" Fleur asked as she gently tapped out a few bars of the French composer Debussy's Clair de Lune, on of her favorites, from memory.