"Two?" Kajsa couldn't keep the amazement out of her voice. At the age of two, she was gurgling up at Leif, trying to get his attention or zipping in between Linnea's legs or...stupidly trying to get Jokull to love her. Only one of three ever yielded positive results. Nevertheless, the idea of learning something as difficult as the piano at two was impressive. She pursed her lips before she started applauding over nothing in the middle of the store.
Turning her head to look at the piano, she nodded, meaning she understood what he was saying, not necessarily that she could sympathize or knew what he was talking about. She tucked her hair behind and ear. "I learned at school in Maine," she told him, not knowing that the state had some special significance to Damian. "It was a good time but I had to stop when I left the school," she stopped abruptly. That was almost a little too much information right there.
Sex, drugs and rock and roll? Kajsa had to be past that now, though...and didn't really know how to answer the question. She knew well enough to not say 'fashion' or 'shopping' because she had a feeling Damian would just give her a look and dismiss her. And they were having such a nice conversation, too. "Um," she hesitated before laughing a little nervously. "I'm actually pretty boring now," she realized. "I'm a paralegal but I'm thinking about law school at some point," she told him. And I'm a recovering alcoholic. Nice to meet you.