//Pity,// Jono replied, lightly. Heck, he was even offering his best attempt at a smile! That totally counted as being nice. //And here I was hoping I could introduce you as th'bloke who wrote Frère Jacques.//

Jono was an ass. He couldn't help it. Or, rather, he could, but that would take too much effort. And his was a friendly sort of teasing, at least. If he was being malicious, he'd make certain that Christian knew it.

//Very well, then. How are yer Tuesdays, mate? I run th'record shop in town, and Tuesday is my day t'go in. We could... rehearse. Or... something.//