When Euterpe arrived at Padraig's house she entered without knocking, already speaking before she'd even seen him as though they'd been involved in a conversation already. "It might shock them to know," she said, unwinding the scarf from around her neck, "but I actually do know a lot about writing music and what goes into a popular tune. It's somewhat infuriating to be treated like a kid." She pulled off her coat and then smiled brightly at Padraig. "Hello, naomhan."