The muppet musician was strangely quiet as he scribbled down word after word onto the paper. It was a lyrics for a love song-- not that he'd ever admit it-- that was just for you. His free hand was tapping along the desk wildly, mimicking how it would usually move while he was playing on the keyboard.

He glanced up through his purple shades just in time to see you walk in, the notebook being slammed shut and swept away as he gave you a wide grin, showing off his golden tooth. "Hey, Daddy-o!"