When: Thursday night
Where: Beethoben's apartment
What: Doting on her composers.
Euterpe felt bubbly as she made her way to Beethoven's apartment, two bags of freshly purchased food in her hand. She was rugged up in warm layers when she pressed the buzzer at his door, grinning when it opened for her.
"I brought marillenknödel," Euterpe said as she came inside, holding up the paperbag, "but I didn't make them. They looked good though! And I brought schnitzel to cook up so you can eat something proper. I don't know if you remember to look after yourself. Some of the other composers completely forget things like that."
She smiled brightly and looked at him properly. "Anyway, hello, it's so lovely to see you, Ludwig."