May chewed on her chicken (it was overcooked) as she watched both Jason and Dan stumble on the simplest of questions. Either they were lying or keeping something from her, and she didn't like the feeling that came with it. She smiled and swallowed, appearing to take the task of cutting up her chicken than being inquisitive. "Have you heard my son play? He plays violin well himself. Did he tell you?"
She could care less about the answer at the moment, just how they continued to answer them.