Curnen ducked her head, shy but pleased. "Hm..." Her fingers shifted around on the neck of her instrument--it was hard not to think of it as hers now--she considered what she knew and what she could probably pull off. Did she know anything fun?

She smiled as she hit on something, launching into "Jackaroe"

There was a wealthy merchant,
In London he did dwell
He had a lovely daughter,
The truth to you I'll tell
Oh the truth to you I'll tell