Seeing that Kyo had been extremely relaxed and had been surprised a few times already, when Galen tapped her on the shoulder a pan didn't fall. A chair didn't either. No, what fell was a piano. A nice piano. Relatively large made of a sturdy wood, painted black. It even came with a piano book, full of classical melodies. It was big, and that meant it drained Kyo's energy. Kyo, who was still holding Walkaflocka, was out like a light. Slumping to the floor near the piano, sound asleep. Her soft hair falling across her face.