“Oh come on, I spend a lot of time with you.”
A giggle escaped, as she handed the other Midford the instrument. Elizabeth had heard Ciel had begun practice, so she wanted to try it too. But, it wasn’t go very well. How could Uncle Vincent do this? He must have been very talented. But she had a sneaking suspicion that her brother was bluffing, for if she could not handle it, would he be able to?
“Well, clearly not enough. You spend a lot more time with him.”

Oh, was she doubting him when he offered himself to help? He let out a chuckle, taking the violin for himself and positioning it right. But what song would she like? He decided to go with a random one that came to his mind. Edward didn’t consider himself good – oh, not even close, compared to Cheslock and the others. But practice did wonders.
“What song is that you are trying to play?”