"She, ah..." A sigh with a sad smile to match. "I wish she had been able to. She died when I was four. I taught myself. I'm no maestro by any stretch, but I enjoy it." Lord knew her father wasn't going to dole out for lessons, even if she had wanted them. He had enough problems being reminded that the girl needed school clothes and food when she was younger.
Biting her lip at his asking of her opinion, Linnaea blinked at him wide-eyed and gave a short laugh. "Me? Of all the people you must know, you'd ask me for my opinion? It seems strange, but I'd definitely be honored. Just let me know, yeah?
"As for our parties, well, they can occasionally be spur-of-the-moment, but if you wanted to have a welcoming party, I sincerely doubt anyone would mind. So far, nothing's been broken, so you'd be safe." She paused, then looked up at him. "I think. Don't quote me."