"[I know, I'm being corrupted by the hour,]" Autor says, smiling through his new blush. He translates the last part of what Oswin said for his mother, who slants him a look over the state of his cheeks.

"::Do you like music?::" she asks, slicing the eggplants. "::Maybe Autorchen can play the piano for us later.::"

"[She wants to know if you like music, and she's volunteering me to play the piano,]" Autor says.