“Thanks,” Lavender smiled, seeing the sincerity in his face. His compliments weren’t being said just to be nice, that or he was just a good actor? “I knew too many people who died young. Narrowly escaping that fate myself made me think about it a lot. It’s a sad thing, but I wanted to be okay with it and writing sometimes helps for me,” she shrugged. She didn’t write the song to necessarily be a sad thing, but didn’t want to get into it too much with him either since they barely knew each other.
“I could sing you something completely less sobering, like my song ‘you jerk’, about an ex-boy friend?” She said with a laugh to lighten the mood, while slipping the ukulele back into her bag. She might have sounded like she was only kidding about the song, but really wasn’t. Real life was where she got her material from. “But I will spare you from that tonight and move onto what you came here for, your tarot reading.” She leaned in towards him to reach for the deck of tarot cards sitting on the blanket.