Vanya looks so happy to be holding the instrument, and I nod encouragingly when she looks up at me. She obviously knows what she's doing, and I have no doubt that me and Frankie are about to hear something pretty decent, at the very least. Even then, she surprises me. Quite a bit, actually.

I've been in Darrow long enough that what appears to be some sort of magic doesn't really scare me. It actually feels kind of thrilling in how it infuses with the music, and I feel my hair ruffle as if it were a breezy sort of day. I look over at Frankie, who stares at Vanya with wide eyes. Her playing is fantastic, magic or not, and when it's over, I can't help but to applaud her, letting out a whistle.

A brief look around shows a few disheveled displays, but the place wasn't exactly super neat and tidy to begin with. Frankie still looks a little stunned, and I reach out to nudge him with her elbow. "Does she have a deal?"

"Uh, yeah," Frankie says, letting out an astonished sort of laugh. "She has a deal."