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Location: Outside
Interacting with: No one in particular

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Nate's weariness was betrayed in the bags around his eyes, and he knew the best thing to do to wind down would be to play a little guitar. Frankly, nothing calmed him down more. Something of a diffusion, if nothing else. Making sure the thing was tuned one last time, he began playing songs from memory, bits and pieces of one before randomly switching to another, humming/singing along as he watched a milky sunset fall effortlessly beneath the rippling swells. It was a beautiful place, he had to admit. 

Looking back inside the kitchen, he saw that a lot of people--including the Princess--were mingling with one another, cooking and talking and laughing. He smiled and leaned back into the chair, strumming out the opening chords to some other tune before finally settling on Norwegian Wood. It was the song that he knew best, after all. He sang with his slight New Jerseyan twang, but kept on pitch if only to pay homage to the tune that brought him into the world of guitar. If only he had a partner... 'twas a beautiful duet. Ah well...

Nate glanced back and looked Calliope up and down quickly. She seemed so sweet that it was hardly against him to not TRY and talk to her. Chewing his lip, he decided against it and kept playing, unaware that a small dog--his dog--had wormed her way out of her hiding place and had made a beeline for the kitchen. The little thing was hardly bigger than a cat, but with a gusto that Nate admired she bounded into the room and yipped.