Nobody was about, and he'd been meaning to do this for a while. It was an egg. And music was good for eggs. So here he was, in one of the less-used break rooms in the HQ, ready to play classical music on his flute. Today he had decided he was going to play something to the best of his ability - something showy for the egg and his Raichu, who he knew this was his favourite song. Fast-paced, racy, the Saltarelle for the flute was incredibly difficult, but repetitive practice meant Luther could play it fluently, if not excellently. He didn't know that many songs because he couldn't read sheet music, and his teacher lived a way away in one of the further towns, but still, what he knew he knew well. And so, after cleaning and assembling his flute, he began to play to his Raichu and the egg clasped in the Raichu's small arms.