"You're good at a lot of things," A man who's able to figure out a child's birthday through whatever verbal witchcraft he employs, someone that manages to find great treasures, the works on creating places that'll make everyone happy, who paints her nails even when he aches and hurts in places she can't see-

He's good at so many things. Why not performing? Taking her eyes off the music lesson, she sets the flute off the side and abruptly stands up, holding both hands back down to him to help pull him up. "We can 'perform' right now. You'll be good at it. I can tell things like that."