Tallulah was playing the flute in her flower garden, waiting for Chayanne and Philza. her eyes were closed, dancing melodically to the sweet sound she produced. she was very concentrated, before she heard footsteps in the grass near her. she stopped, opening her eyes. it was you. Tallulah immediately grinned.

“ah! Hola hermano/hermana! (edit to preferred term) i was just playing my flute, waiting for abuelito Phil and tio Chayanne. what’re you up to?”