He finished his bite of chicken before he divulged. "Well, I gots dis hands," he said, waggling his fingers over the fork, "forcause I shows my devotions by nots playings on a guitars for two weeks solids. Dats is my fret hand, is vury importants, you knows." And it hurt like hell when he tried to even have a little practice time during his healing process. "But dis hand..." Skwisgaar motioned by raising it under Lulu's just slightly, "Dats is de pick hand. Withouts its, dere ain'ts no music evers. Is de faster hands, aforcause I gots to pick more fast dens I gots to change on a chord." He took another, smaller bite as he processed how to say the next half. Once he swallowed the bite of food, he looked up at her, smiling more. "Lulu gots four letter, Ja?"