Arthur scooted closer to you on the small bench. He shook his head and chuckled, keeping his eyes on you instead of the keys. You had your hands on top of Arthurs guiding him along the keyboard, although it wasn’t of much help.

You had decided to try and teach Arthur how to play piano. You made him wash off his hands and set him down on your bench and tried to teach him about the keys and notes. It was of little use though, Arthur had little musical inclination.