"Damn, wish I'd gotten here when they were giving out guitars," he replies with a knowing grin and a laugh. "All I got was a coupon for a free coffee from the Quill. And the coffee here can't compare to New York." Bailey finds himself greatly enjoying hanging around a fellow musician. He'd, of course, fooled around in a band with his friends back home, but never in a serious way; he enjoys the sheer fun of such an improvised moment of collaboration.

"Yeah, I don't tend to meet too many other morning people around here," Bailey admits with a sheepish grin. "And thank you. Your playing is wondrous as well." He shakes the other man's hand with a grin. "I'm Bailey. It's great to meet you, Wren."