*takes a seat too, and considers you rather solemnly, torn as he is between wanting to support a good cause and the impossibility of throwing together a halfway decent song in an afternoon (not to mention the uncertainty of where you and he stand with one another)* *damn you, Salgant*
I suppose it's possible. *gives you a hopeful smile* I'll make have the time. *turns to Salgant* I have one condition, though. You have to contribute a song, too. *knowing he'll know what he means* A real one.