Annette barely notices the mistakes, as caught up as she is in singing with Felix's strumming. In her mind, even the tiny missteps she does manage to notice only form a crossweave to the wonderful pattern they're crafting together, of string and cord.

When he speaks, it doesn't even occur to her to take insult, of course, which leaves her briefly confused about his flushed clarification.

"Of course! I was a little distracted too, that was so much fun! Thank you, Felix. I am more than happy to sing with you any time you like, for practice or for fun."

She sits back on her heels, smiling broadly. "Whenever you're ready!"