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Heppy Thoorsdey iferyune-a! Des Schneetzel seems tu hefe-a cooght a culd...I vuoold meke-a her cheeckee nuudle-a suoop boot I fuoond thet tu be-a a leettle-a gruss.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cheeckee Nuudle-a Suoop (seence-a yuoo ere-a hoomuns I cun geefe-a thees tu yuoo)

-Purk Chups

-Epplesooce-a

-Sveet Putetu Freees

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Pip laughed."Best kind. What kind of instruments would they use? And... what would be the bets modern comparison? Like, what would a modern person like me think of it?"

"Harps, fiddles, drums." It was possible that the faintest hint of a lilt was appearing in Angel's voice as his mind tripped down memory lane. "Instruments they still use with Irish music today, so your modern ears would probably know them."

Pip nodded. "Could you name an example of it? I mean, something I might be able to find would be great, but just some names of songs would be fine as well."

"Be easier if I gave you a name," Angel said. "Edward Bunting. He took it upon himself to try to preserve all the old music of Ireland before Gaelic culture was wiped out completely."

Pip scrawls the name down. "I'll google that when I get to the room. Let's see...." he looks over his list of questions. "What do you think of the music of today?"

"Mixed," Angel said. "Most of it's noisy and dumb. I do like a good power ballad though."

Pip raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. Mostly because he couldn't think of witty response. Partially because this was for class. But mostly because he couldn't think of a witty response. "Could you name a few songs today that you like? Not including one's sung over the weekend."

"I'm a big fan of Manilow."

"Manilow?" Pip said. "Well, to each his own. Anything else interesting that you might be able to add?"

"I like some of what you'd probably call oldies," Angel said. "Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr - all that."

Pip nodded. He hit "stop" on the recorder. "I think that'll be good. Thanks, you're a freaking lifesaver."

Angel grinned. "Thanks. I'm thinking of taking that up as a career."

Pip nodded. "There are worse career paths. Though now I want a Lifesaver." He poked at his food. "I'm still not sure about this stuff. I heard it makes peeople sing show tunes."

"Yeah, I'm always a little leery," Angel admitted. "They keep blood on hand and sometimes I grab it. But I'm always worried somebody put poison or some kind of spell on it."

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