For a long moment, Annette's brain scrambles to actually parse the music with a critical ear, instead of staring at Felix's nimble fingers dancing across the strings. Once she finally does, though, her face flushes pink.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius is playing -- on a guitar -- one her songs. That song. And...is that arranged to be an accompaniment?? No way...how did he...?

No matter, that's a straight up invitation. She can't not join in!

Annette sits up straight, rubs quickly at her traitorously watery eyes, takes a deep breath, and just in time to join in on the last line, she...

...croaks.