"Brill says I shouldn't indulge, but I keep telling her I keep care of my teeth, so I'm good to go," he said with a quiet chuckle. Not that he'd been allowed, not too much, and anyway he worked out when he could. He was actually jonesing for that more than sweets these days, these physical restrictions chaffing him the longer it went on.
Connor blew into his cup, making a quiet, inadvertant whistle through the plastic top. No whip cream in it for him, not today, at least. He leaned back a little more, licking a little bit of icing off his thumb as he studied the woman who was playing. "She's got a good amount of talent," he said honestly. "She's got a really nice voice, and her playing skills are nothing to sneeze at." Part of him was tempted to ask if he could play, too, but that was too dangerous for him. "Hobby stuff, or is she looking to break into the biz here in Nashville?"