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Leaving the bakery from a late lunch, a rather satisfied young woman strolled out the front doors with more chocolate covered donuts than healthy for any one person. Lily took a deep breath, treasuring the aroma of the boxed donuts, then set out to walk the streets and gradually make her way home.

As she rounded the corner, however, a deep, lilting voice called her attention. Sharp blue eyes flickered to the stores across the street, a humble shop with a sign reading "Funkin' Records" nestled neatly at the end. While there wasn't a gigantic crowd, there certainly was a consistent number of traffic giving particular attention to the voice outside the door. Curiosity piqued, Lily darted across the street and stared at the shop. A myriad of records and instruments were readily displayed through the windows, fliers lined alongside the door with announcements of musical gatherings of all sorts.

Turning her attention to the singer, Lily found herself rather liking the sound of the woman's voice. While the woman herself appeared to have a strange collection of what she assumed were tattoos, the look in her eyes and the sound of her voice were so earnest that people couldn't help but stop to listen.

Like the crowd around her, Lily was enthralled by the siren's voice. Unlike the crowd around her, however, she also had a different take on it. She politely waited for the song to finish before unabashedly making comment with perfect seriousness, "Pretty large thighs for the world to fit about."

She obviously missed the metaphor.

"Why have one when you can have two?" Goodness knows she had donuts to spare. Besides, it was always better to have sugar lovers around. The more chocolate that was eaten, the more it was demanded, and thusly the more it would be made and more widely accessible. It was made of pure win all the way around.

Lily walked beside the singer, only now realizing that the woman was actually taller than herself. Being a bit taller than the average female, Lily had gotten used to seeing which side of the head someone's hair was artfully split around. By this siren, however, she could actually pass with wearing heels.

Picking a bench least likely to be used as target practice by the local birds, Lily lavishly procured the box and pulled back the lid, holding the box up as offering towards the tall woman.

It was refreshing to watch a complete stranger bite with confidence into a food given by someone they didn't know. Any city dweller would have kept their eyes straight, the kind to bump shoulders and not even blink or look back. Cold. Here, however, it felt instantly more comfortable in atmosphere. Chewing on her own donut (regardless of having recently eaten), it just made the day seem that much more pleasant.

"Sounds like you've known them for a while." Lily smiled, looking over at the shop. It appeared it would be worth checking out at the least. She looked back over when the woman started describing the song, avidly listening. Body, love, everything?

"Not worried about mixing personal world against wide world, I take it?" She briefly paused, trying to decipher the layers, "Of course, that's probably what makes it the hard part."

After another moment, she added, "Ah, and I'm Lily. Pleased to meet you, Jan."

"Probably means you're not reckless enough." Lily gave a serious nod, but quickly converted to a wry smirk. She wasn't one to talk about getting out of a box, afterall. Briefly wondering where the accent came from, Lily gave a mental shrug and turned her focus elsewhere.

Ignorant of Jan's knowledge of the area, Lily eyeballed the line of shops, "Think there are any shops that sell music boxes? I've actually been interested in getting one recently. That Funkin' Records seems to have quite a mix, anyways."

Thoughts collided, and she made a quick mental U-turn, "Oh wait! Before I forget, do you happen to have any CDs of your own music? Goodness knows you're talented enough."

"You could always do something spur of the moment that you normally would be afraid of doing? Like," She looked around for quick inspiration, "Dance in the fountain?" Lily gave a short laugh at the imagery, figuring it probably wasn't even legal.

"Not a ballerina per se, but something of the sort. Hoping for something a bit more elegant with a nature theme carved about it." Watching Jan pull out paper and pen, Lily chuckled and shook her head, "Music guru and directionally adept. Not bad. I'll be sure to check it out." For the longest of time, Lily had thought the sun rose in the North. Direction wasn't really her forte. She blamed it on reading too much fiction when she was younger.

"Well, at least you avoid the commercialization." Lily slightly wrinkled her nose at the thought, "But you should at least record a CD for yourself, just to say that you did it. Wouldn't even have to show it off, just add it to your personal collection. And let me borrow it for an hour." Computers were wonderous tools for making copies of things. If they ever met again, Lily determined that she would drag the poor woman down to a studio just to get a record of a song, "Live shows are probably more personal too, huh? What's it like?"

"Watch out for sea men." Lily called out after her, not bothering to think the reference was likely lost. Closing the lid to the donut box and tucking it neatly under arm, she dusted herself off and stood. Holding the paper at hand, blue eyes located the street she was on. Foot steps turned away as she followed the map to see what treasures she could find.