"Eat first, I don't need your stomach growling over your playing. There's hot leaf juice in the kettle by the fireplace and extra cups in the cabinet." He wasn't going to call it tea even though that's what it was. Even for him it hardly qualified as such, and he was used to drinking it. The bread she brought with her had a much more pleasant smell, though he wasn't going to help himself to taking any of it before she did. It was early enough in the evening, they had time to put off starting right away.
However, he did help himself to following her over to the table. Her eating something would give him time to really see what she had found. Right away he started flipping through the pages, first trying to see if he recognized the songs before trying to really determine the keys. Though not everything was for the appropriate instrument, transposing would've been simple. The notes were clear and it was easy to try and figure out the rhythms in his head.