Little steps. Slow, little steps. Paul was sure to stay close to Emmeline, too, so she would feel like they were in this together. He just nodded at her question. "Yes, I'm in a blue grass band. It's like...folk music. And I play the banjo," he grinned down at her. "I started playing when I was a...fifth year? Sixth year?" Couldn't remember exactly now. "It's one of my favorite hobbies. We do shows over the summer when I'm not here. But I practice year round." Talking about his band made him cheerful! "We call ourselves BLEU GRASSE. Spelled all Frenchy," he winked. They thought they were SOOOOOO clever, eh?

He almost snorted in laughter, VERY LOUDLY, at the tidbit about Derf's dad, which...HA! He could see it. "Well, he's not wrong. Honking daffodils can be annoying, like anything else, because if you don't appease them, they continue to honk like little ducklings. But I...I have a soft spot for them." For some reason. He could remember his anger when Daxton Prince had experimented, VERY illegally, with his little flowers.

At least Emmeline hadn't made him that angry.