With a flourish, Miki opens the door at the top of the stairs. This reveals a rather
small flat, though it is rather personable. There's a goodly sum of sheet music spread across the floor, a CD collection in a similar state of disarray. "It's not terribly much, but it does all right."
She seems terribly pleased with the set-up, as it's likely that this is something of an achievement for her; space of her very own. "So, what would you care to do?"