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Mr. and Mrs. Belcourt had been thrilled to see their daughter suddenly taking an active interest in her future. Not in the way a middle class family would have been, but rather with her lack of social interests, they'd somewhat feared their daughter would end up alone surrounded by hoarded stacks of violin sheet music, plucking away at the strings forever.

Now she actually seemed to leave the house and sometimes have at least one person she spoke about more than in passing.

Though it was still vaguely.

Cerissé had never spent so much time out of the house that wasn't at the school or in a practice studio - though she did still seem to be in a studio. Only now it was playing seriously, not simply practice. When properly warmed up, Cerissé Belcourt had pointedly shown she could make that violin that she'd lusted after her entire life sing like it was the entire orchestra. But that also meant there were frequent breaks. She'd been adjusting the strings of her instrument when Jade's voice broke into the little room. Looking up she nodded. "One moment," she prompted - not really requesting patience. The violin was gently placed back into it's case, the top closed, though unlatched. As she exited the recording room, she stretched her hands, carefully working out any tightness in her wrists and fingers.

Best to not risk carpal tunnel, after all.

"How did that recording sound?" she inquired once she was at Jade's side.

The small frown that graced her lips implied that Cerissé had expected a few flaws in the current recording, but also was disappointed that they were so obvious. "My E string was too tightly wound. I've adjusted it, so that should help." The tiniest details of string management could effect so many notes. A too tight string could effect how neatly it could be pressed to the neck of the instrument and cause strange things to happen.

"That is fine, my wrist needs to rest for a few minutes anyways." though she wasn't exactly sure if she was hungry, she would at least entertain a drink of some sort. Probably lemon water or a simple tea. Something to keep her palette clear for a later meal. Food was so weird.

"Another business matter?" Cerissé asked, brows rising ever so slightly, making her seem slightly suspicious, more than curious.

"I will always be ready to play." Cerissé confirmed, "But only if I don't hurt myself doing it." she added. She continued to stretch out her wrists as she spoke, practiced through every step. A studio just for her for a whole day? It was wonderful as far as she was concerned. Jade was following up on her promises convincingly, at the very least.

As Jade waved her out, Cerissé glanced back. "Should I have grabbed my violin or is it safe here?" certainly they had the place to themselves, and of course they would be coming back, so it wasn't as though she was abandoning it there.

"So you have a parent company you're interested in....introducing me to in order to expand what we have going on is what you're saying?" Cerissé clarified, brows raising - if she was meant to be interested, that expression was the most interest she showed at any given juncture with the other woman. "I'll definitely be interested in hearing more," she paused, a slight smile on her lips, "once we have drinks." Because drinks were important to this venture, apparently. Or perhaps being seated.

A long look was cast to the door as Jade established that the contents of the studio were safe. What sort of a fool would Cerissé look to be if she spent all of her time worrying over the violin so much that it insistently went everywhere that she did? Would she become an old lady in a nursing home, clutching her violin desperately to keep it safe? Yet her gaze lingered for nearly longer than comfortable before she took a deep breath and looked away.

"No, it will still be there when I get back," she more said to convince herself then to tell Jade her needs - it simply served both purposes.

Matching pace with Jade, Cerissé tilted her head at the mention of 'Levi', uncertain as to who that was, but assuming it was another person that worked in the building - perhaps more of a management position if they were making plans to smooth things out a little more. "That sounds like a lot of work." While perhaps that sort of management was something Cerissé could have handled, she much rather would have left it to someone else.

She had more important things to do.

Jade always took her to the nicest places.

There was something about hole-in-the-wall places with tea that hit just the right note in her heart. For a few moments, Cerissé just took it in, though her expression didn't straight up betray any notions she was having about the place. The menu had so many options, her original tastes were reconsidered. A glance behind the counter cemented her most concerning thought about any place that commercially tried to sell loose leaf brewed tea by the cup - water heaters, each with their own temperature on the front in digital numbers.

Be still her overly prissy heart.

"I'd like a..." she looked up at the menu to check the sizes, "20oz Hibiscus Tea...." she trailed off then looked almost longingly at one of the tarts, but said nothing about it. Were those Blackberries? Lord above, she was going to move into this place on composing days if it was quiet enough.

Just listening to Jade make her order made Cerissé's blood sugar go up far higher than she liked it to. Though it sounded like Jade was far more observant of the silent stares than Cerissé was subtle about them. "Oh. Thank you." She had been trying to hold off but ....she was too polite to just say no. Even if she was certain the politeness was mostly out of habit than genuine state of being.

While less interested in watching the people, the booth allowed a nice vantage to fully take in the look of the building and all of it's little nooks. It was at least a popular enough place that it kept it's charming doors open for business, but kept a rustic feel to things. Some places were simply so....commercial. It was a nice difference.

As Jade made her flirting passes at the baristas, Cerissé regarded them. Were they the type to be flirted with? Maybe she just wasn't the type to check out pretty people and flirt. No flirting bones in her body. None whatsoever.

Instead, she took a sip of her tea. Ooof. It was sour. She'd known that it would be, but it was still nice. As Jade pulled her danish apart, Cerissé used a fork to carve a piece of the tart off for a bite. It was as good as it looked. Lord, this was a good break. Her green eyes looked up attentively as Jade spoke. Enhance her as a perso-

"Are you saying I need surgery?"

No Cerissé. No.

There was a very particular scene playing through her head right then.

It was the image of a female body builder, gussied up with make-up and fantastic hair. Her hands were enormous and strong and made the violin look tiny. It was her. She was very macho. Cerissé blinked a few times to remove this image from her mind.

"So I need to go to a gym?" was her next guess as to where this was going, "I mean, I thought I looked fine but..." was there a weird 'buff ladies playing violin' subgenre of music she'd never heard of before? Cerissé wasn't exactly inclined to join that subgenre if that's what they were hoping for.