Cadence never really picked a place to write music. Sometimes, she'd just be sitting on the couch and suddenly feel the need to whip out her ukulele and plunk out a new song. "Oh, you won't have to leave me be. If anything comes to me, it'll practically write itself." She winked back at him. "Don't be surprised if I suddenly start singing-- Laaa!"
She giggled impishly.
As she lay on the floor, she listened to him berate his other possible roommate, trying not to laugh at his snarling. "I promise to buy a bed soon. It just wouldn't have been easy to bring a bed on the train." When he came back from cleaning the clothes in his room, she was still on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.