Oh, um… hi, everyone. [That welcome was louder than he’d anticipated. Wylan is used to not being the center of attention. He glances over at Kaz, who remains quiet. Which isn’t surprising. Wylan’s come to know that Kaz doesn’t talk much when he’s not around a select intimate few. Even when he's around the Crows, he's not the best gabber like Nina and Jesper. It often takes directly talking to him to get an answer, otherwise he simply observes. Kaz has turned to face the table, looking over the lock project they've been working on together. Wylan knows though that he's listening. There's no time of day that Kaz isn't hanging on Inej's voice, even when he's annoyed at what she's saying.]
Oh, no, no I don’t think I’d be very good at that. My songs aren’t that good. I could, um. I could ask around Ketterdam, though. There are some very talented musicians and artists in the city.
[Wylan sidles up closer to Kaz, respectfully not touching, and whispers.] Watch your fingers. That latch is so small it might be tricky even for y-
[A click is heard, cutting through his warning. Seeing Kaz's face he adds wryly.] You don't have to look so smug about it.
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Oh, no, no I don’t think I’d be very good at that. My songs aren’t that good. I could, um. I could ask around Ketterdam, though. There are some very talented musicians and artists in the city.
[Wylan sidles up closer to Kaz, respectfully not touching, and whispers.] Watch your fingers. That latch is so small it might be tricky even for y-
[A click is heard, cutting through his warning. Seeing Kaz's face he adds wryly.] You don't have to look so smug about it.
I can't help always being right.