Carmen noticed that apologies given or demanded when unnecessary were a recurring theme in this conversation/argument. Having only momentarily averted her eyes from the dragon boy to watch the other become incorporeal ([i]A ghost,[/i] she thought. [i]I knew he wasn't a normal human.[/i]), she responded. "You need no apology from me...I merely used a little word play. A joke, if you will. You should loosen up! Life is more fun when you're not glaring all the time. I'll have to play you a symphony sometime." She paused. "Why don't we go somewhere else? If you haven't noticed, this auditorium has become a little...empty. The cafeteria perhaps? Or maybe the garden?" [i]Yes, the garden,[/i] she thought. [i]It would be nice to be outside.[/i] Knowing that the ghost was now at least temporarily safe from the dragon's advances, Carmen shifted into her bird form and left for the garden without waiting for a response. They would follow if they wanted to.

Soon she reached the garden. There weren't many people there and the ones that were there seemed occupied, so she found the nearest bench and shifted back into her human form, observing the scene presented before her. She hadn't heard any music in a while so she put her trumpet to her lips and began playing an elegant, soothing improvisation using very lush, ethereal chords, and it was audible to all that were willing to listen, whether in the campus or out. [i]Ahhh...now that's better,[/i] she thought as she closed her eyes. She was the happiest when she was making music, and hoped her two quarreling acquaintances would step out into the garden or just listen wherever they were and be soothed.