Ilde makes a so-so gesture, shrugging. "At home, when I've got time. Instruments are meant to be played." It's like a stress valve she didn't have before, or the exercise of a reflex she's still learning her way around. (Music takes on a slightly different meaning, played by a Nixie.) "I hadn't seen it in years, though. It's odd, what they see fit to bring with people."

Her cello isn't a bad choice, but it was unexpected.