And now it was his turn to reach out and jab her in the shoulder.

"Very disappointed in you for not performing that number years ago. That was fantastic, Karla. Bloody hell... So much more suited to your singing voice than all of that stodgy classical nonsense that your music instructors shoved down your throat. I'd put that on a CD and market it."

Jonothon was a shit-disturber when it suited him, yes.

So what?