"Well, I'm still sorry." She smiles down at Greta's hands as they work over hers. It's a nice feeling, even if it's a bit anxious at heart. She likes it, and, cautiously, she allows herself to like it. "We can find something not-so-familiar."

She's about to tug her hand gently free before she stills, her brain catching up to what Greta just said. "Wait." She smiles bemusedly at her. "The singing. Are you telling me you lived in..." Is she really going to say this. Well, she supposes it's no weirder than 'fairy tale'. "...A musical?"