"Ah--really?" She finally looked up at him. It was hard not to smile, even if it was just a little bit, when he was smiling at her like that. Maybe because Michael was musical, and she was musical, her son would be musical too. That thought pleased her to no end. "Sure, if you'd like." She was being cautious with him, she didn't like feeling stupid but she still wanted to get to know him for her son's sake. If only to tell a curious little boy what his father was like, should he decide not to be around.
Her stomach gave a hungry little grumble and she reluctantly gave in to eating her tart. She closed her eyes a moment as she enjoyed the flaky crust, tart raspberries and creamy custard. Heaven. Maybe it was because she was hungry, maybe it wasn't but it was one of the best tarts she'd ever eaten! "Do you play classical or do you write your own stuff?" She wrote her own, but was pretty good at sight-reading classical. And she'd learned with classics.