Clio grinned cutely. "Technically I'm even better at the lyre," she said posing a little. "I was the muse of the lyre before I was the muse of history."
And then Tuck emerged from his bedroom with a lyre in his hands. "I bought this ages ago from a rummage sale because it looked interesting and I'm always looking to jazz up music time at church. But no one really knew how to play it, and then I was reading you were the lyre-master and I figured I better dig it out!"
He handed it over, and the instrument looked immediately at home in Clio's hands. "I can't believe you just have one of these," she laughed. Then she started playing a slow song from ancient Greece, and all Tuck could do was stare because it was so captivating.