"Your mummy isn't here?" he repeated, his brow creasing. He hadn't considered the ship would take children. Who was looking after them?
"Songs?" he repeated, considering the request. "I don't know if you would know the songs I know."
He cast his mind back to when he'd learned - he'd been younger than Antha, and they'd insisted on starting him out with nursery rhymes. He'd protested at first, but Mummy would sing along, and so he'd secretly enjoyed them.
"Do you know this one?" he wondered, starting to play 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.'