Bobbie’s mouth fell open again. “There’s a choir?” She shook her with her mouth still open. “The only bottle and glass that I’m taking that’s even close to choir is band.” After a moment she shrugged and continued, “But that’s cool 'cause I like band. It makes me think of me dad, he plays music loads.”
“Does it? Not for me, I always feel big. Then I won’t feel scared of dark an’ big places. Then I sing. Maybe we should find a big place alone and sing tah-gether?” Bobbie beamed hugely back at Nyana. “What sort of animals?”
@Meekepeek - Nyana Kasteal - Sooo… shall we clone to continue/finish the conversation or do closer posts?