[Ana is sitting in her room, tuning a shiny new violin that's sitting on her lap. Lalamon comes bouncing in, sitting on Ana's head and looking down.]

Wassat, Ana?

A violin.

Ouuuhhh... 'spretty. ... whatd'ya do with it?

[chuckles] You play it. It's a musical instrument.

... COOL! Play it, Ana, play it!

Okay, okay, hang on...

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