“I haven’t played my violin in a while… before I could time travel, that had been my way of eliminating stress. I only got so good at it because I was playing it practically all the time.
I know…” Sigh. “I’m sorry.”
"You can play it to the music I’ll give ya. I’m sure it’ll sound wonderful, Silv.”
Rebecca gently ruffled his quills with a warm smile.
“It’s okay, Silv. And another thing, when do those cookies expire? There’s a little date that should be written on it that more than likely says ‘Best if used by;’ or something like that.”
Back in the Game 