Considering Lily was far from used to frequenting piano bars or even meeting people who could play the piano at all - though she had, and if you really begged her she could, too, just not well - meeting Flint as he played successes from the decade in question did feel sort of brilliant to her. She smiled, and then crossed one arm over her waist as she waited for his answer to her invitation. That Flint's speech seemed to be slightly broken wasn't lost on Lily but she wasn't one to judge or even call him on it - it was none of her business. When he said yes the girl simply grinned and signaled for him to follow her to the bar.
"Don't get lost!" She pleaded before turning her back on him and venturing through the crowd and to the bar. Hopefully, he'd be right behind her. Once there she signaled one of the bartenders. "Oi, let's have a drink for the piano man!" Lily asked with a grin. "He bloody well deserves it. "What'll you have?" She then asked Flint.