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Pip blinked. Or winked. Hard to tell with the one eye.

"I'm sorry, I must be hard of hearing after all the singing. Did you just say that we would be payed for pranking Marty with super soakers?"

"Twenty bucks and candy is what she told me." She smirked. "Don't question it, just accept the money."

Pip nodded. "Well, she's just enlisted the services of Pip Bernadette. Can we keep the super soakers?"

Nadia shrugged. "I don't know, actually. If not, I bet you could if you gave back the money, or something,"

Pip frowned. "Well, if it comes to that, I'll take the money. Super Soaker's not worth that much. I think."

He turned over at glanced at Victor. "Am I missing something?"

"No." Nadia picked at her nechus. "Not at all."

She's pretty sure that despite how much she'd want them to, no one would believe her.

Pip shrugged.

"So, gonna try out for the play thing? I thought I could bring my guitar expertise to the party."

"You know?" Nadia hadn't really thought about it, but it did sound like it could be fun. "Yeah, I think I might. I didn't know you play guitar,"

"Yep," Pip said. "Accoustic and electric. As a side effect of the whole.. musical thing yesterday, I've got like two extra guitars. I mean, weird, but I'm not about to discount my good fortune."

Nadia blinked. "Woah." Why couldn't she have manifested free musical instruments? Might have made the whole thing somewhat closer to being worth it. "I've always wanted to learn, but I never got the chance. Is it hard?"

"It's... gotta be like a religion if you want to do it well. Ya know? Every day you gotta practice. I mean, every day." He scratched the back of his head. "You know, if there was ever a place to pick something up, it'd be here. Want a guitar?"

Nadia stared for a moment. "What, you mean, for free?"

Pip shrugged. "Sure, why not? I mean, I'm not going to be using the spare guitar. And it didn't cost me a damn thing to get it. You right or left handed?"

"I use both a lot, but I write with my right hand."

[ooc: as the mun panics momentarily going "did they ever establish that in canon?]

"Good," Pip said. "Because it's a right-handed guitar and I don't want to explain to the guitar people why I need to change out a guitar I pulled out of nowhere."

Nadia laughed a bit. "Okay. Cool." She turned back to her food for a moment, still smiling slightly. "I'm going to have a guitar!"

"Yes," Pip said. "But if I'm going to give you this guitar, you have to make me a solemn promise, akin to a blood oath."

Nadia raised her eyebrow at him. "Do I get to know what this oath is before I swear it?"

"Yes," Pip said. "You must promise me that when you recieve this guitar, you practice it every day. Every day."

Nadia nodded slowly. "Every day." She paused. "Deal. Do I get instructionals with this, or do I just keep plucking away on my own until I magically get good at it?"

"Well," Pip said, lighting up a cigarette. "I could teach you. You could also talk to the music professor. He's probably better at teaching than I am. But if you want? Sure, no problem teaching you."

"Everyone's been telling me to talk to him," Nadia thinks about it. "Would having two teachers be helpful, or just confuse the heck out of me?"

Pip shrugged. "Ya know, I have no idea. It's an idea, I suppose. We could ask the professor what he thinks?"

Nadia nodded. "Sounds good."

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