"Maybe just a tad, unless Jenna was drawing the straight lines for your pentagram," he answered laughing. "I'm happy to hear that you're doing better."
Troy put an arm around Sean. "He's doing much better and now he won't even need Savannah to turn into sand, because that will never stop from being weird. You're in her. Ewww, and yes, I get that she can control the tension better than real sand, but it's still weird." He picked up his bowl of pasta. "Sean is also going to do one set and maybe some other song here and there, because Sean doesn't want to hurt himself. Isn't that right, baby?" he asked with a smile.
"And we won't push since we don't want him to get hurt," Dom said, laughing, because the idea that they were push Sean was so ridiculous.
"We're starting on Monday. You can come in the afternoons this week. I'll speak with Callen for later, depending on the training schedule and we'll make sure you can come in. I was also speaking with Brian. He's setting up the club with both band and DJ station, or more canned music in our case, but he's getting the instruments we're missing. We'll make sure there's a keyboard to go with Troy's drum set," Dom explained. "And I'm sure that in the past few hours, I've already bored Jenna to death about this game and everything that needs to be done."