As it was, Roland didn't feel stupid at all. It had been a legitimate question. Sharp blue eyes sparking with interest, Roland scooted a little closer to man and instrument.
"Do you give lessons?" he asked, for he'd learn to flatpick, and fingerpick if that was what it was called to play without a pick. Roland wasn't a dense man, but instruments were something he knew little about, only that he could recognize them when they were played.