It's pretty late, it's a Saturday, so you decide to not listen to K.K. play some music at the plaza. You walk over and sit on one of the many wooden chairs there

"Hey there, K.K. Slider at your service, bringing you tranquility through the music. Sit back, relax, and let the melodies wash over you like a gentle breeze. Or... Since you're the only one here I don't mind if you wanna chat... but if you prefer to jam that's cool with me, daddy-o." He gently plucks at his guitar strings as he speaks