I see. They talk about him like he might be someone just as important.

[Oh but that was a passing thought now, she giggled as he drummed a beat, smiling brightly.] You do know how to play a good beat. [one hand came out to rest on his as she hummed a moment.] How about this instead...

[She hummed again, and a few la la la's, and it slwoly turend to a turn. ...'Oh the waves roll low, and the waves roll high...' --Just a short song, one she thought of as important. It doesn't last long though and as she finishes she grins, slightly embarrassed but very happy.]