dinner party.

"Hey, a cow is a herbivore, isn't it?"
"Yes!"
"So if we eat a cow, it's like eating grass and meat at the same time?"

The padded hammers hit gently at the strings as Jacob pressed the keys, producing a non-intrusive, non-calming, non-fitting melody, the perfect atmospheric for a dinner party.  He smiled; strains of such conversations were more why he played than money.  There was that too... But he liked to think he was more of a noble character than a grubbing salaryman.

"I'm so angry with you, sorry.  So quit trying to cheer me up."
"I'm really sick, so sick... of this food."
"Is that so?  Keep babbling, that's just fine."

"The radio was talking about the robbery in Inkritch the other day."
"Did you hear -- I could have sworn they said he had no head."

"There were four!  One had a big, brown straw hat."
"And they just jumped in the pool?"
"Stark nake --"

It was at this moment that the man decided to make his entrance.  "Put your hands up!  Everyone on the floor!  N-no one move."

Jacob smiled, put in an acciaccatura, raised one hand in an L shape.  His thumb crooked.  "Bang."

- for Summer and Autumn