Bianchi, for her part, was rather patient about repeating things for him. She played piano but she was not unaccustomed to vocals. She found the first section particularly ridiculous but seemed effective and she was not one to complain. She paid lazer-like attention to the sea kings, they were enormous, and in her mind she could already see the dishes she planned to use them in. It made bearing with the learning easier. The skeleton was patient, if a little overexciteable. By the end though her voice was sore she did not work it regularly.

She ran fingers over her throat lightly and sat back on a chair finally, her entire diaphragm ached. She wasn't a fantastic singer but she was passable. She could hit the notes, she was starting to get the hang of some of the tones. The thunderish one really took it's toll though that was the one that had strained her voice the most.

"I do not think..." she swallowed heavily, "I could do it today even if I had the drive." She admitted.