There was no arguing that, and he didn't really doubt that he'd continue to spend plenty of time in the music room. And the shop, really. Anything to keep his hands busy and his mind of things it didn't need to be on. "Yeah? Smart man. No telling what bullshit people got up to, especially considering this crap," he said, nodding toward the tree. "Ah, what were you, some kinda lawyer or, fuck, insurance salesman?" Who else wore suits habitually. Some kind of business man, for certain.