*listens to you, utterly absorbed before laughing delightedly at the punchline* Nice. *rests her cheek on her hand, her face a little flushed (wine & lack of sleep)* I heard you once, down at Piano/Forte? I guess it was last year sometime. *nods sagely* You can sing.
*sits back as the waiter returns with the food* *looks at her salmon with open appreciation*