Henry stopped short, and then he laughed. This was all so silly. No garage, no musical talents, and Noah was still so adamant and insistent that this be a thing. How perfectly ridiculous. It was like something Cheng2 or Ryang might have concocted on too little sleep.

"Perhaps, once everyone learns to play their instruments, we can come back to this subject," Henry said with a grave nod. "Come, help me pick music to start the evening off. I found a music streaming sight. I want a good atmosphere--as good as it can get with Lynch trying to bore holes into my skull, at least."