Dora loved music... she just wasn't great at playing it... or singing it. But she tried her hardest, okay. Her piano lessons were coming along better than they had previously, thanks in large part to Bastien telling her she needed to keep practicing. It was soothing as well. Truly it was.

And that was what had led her to the therapy room. That and the fact that she had just left from visiting her fanged Geranium, Lola, so she was nearby anyway. Heh. So here she was and there was... a girl with a cello? Well this was interesting. Slipping in quietly, Dora stood unobtrusively to the side so she could watch and listen. Heh.