Chase smiled gently in reply before shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Not... personally, no." He replied in a somewhat melancholy tone. Ture; as close as he was with his family, both immediate and extended, he did not know the true inhabitants of the town proper that well. "But if you leave a flyer on the noticeboard in town I am sure someone will pick you up on the offer." There wasn't exactly a lot to do in Port Byrne with the nearest large town with any decent shopping or exciting things to do being nearly an hour away. He was sure some parent would jump at the opportunity for cello lessons for their child so close by. "Or there are a few other small towns nearby as well where you might find some interest."

Taking a few steps back he moved towards the door his smile became easier and more light-hearted. "I better get started on bringing the rest of those boxes up for you," he began, pausing at the door. "You can just stay up here and unpack them if you'd like, I'll do all the heavy lifting." Heck, it was what he was here for and really he didn't consider it that heavy. But it better to get this out of the way so that it didn't get too late. There was still a lot of work to be done, from the looks of it. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he noticed all the still unpacked boxes. He could ask her about Julliard once it was over and, maybe, if he was feeling particularly brave and she seemed inclined to say yes, he could invite her camping.