Faolan makes a gruff sort of noise of recognition. They're the sort of songs that get stuck in a person's head on the best of days, no matter how much one might try to shut them out. And Faolan had been trying desperately to shut them out for days now. He supposes it was only a matter of time before one snuck in like this.

"They're playing pretty much nonstop in the shops these days," he says. "Spent the day out in them. I suppose it's my penance for waiting this long..." he muses, trying to stay nonchalant about it.