There's gotta be a gallery opening or something, I'll check it out while you get that whole thing done.

[The way their century together was meant that privacy was sometimes a luxury they weren't afforded, but that doesn't mean Taako can't give Lucretia some now to mess around with the bust of a dress. So he grabs his tablet from the bedside table and flops on the bed to start scrolling through it. He's still in the room, obviously, but he's not looking at her.

After a couple minutes:]

Shit, there's some kinda music thing? This hella famous cellist is here from the planet below, that's gotta be exclusive.