As a response to Flint's appreciative whistle, Lily giggled, shrugging her shoulders. She supposed it sounded a lot more impressive than she gave herself credit for, although maybe it would sound even more so if she'd pursued it. Maybe some day.
"Thanks." She looked to the piano, as Flint asked her what she'd like him to play, and then back at him. "You know what? No requests. Play what you feel like playing, and if I can, I'll even sing along!" Bit of a tall promise for someone who hadn't sung in front of people in ages.