Edward had continued the song until she stopped. He immediately looked to her, his expression over all remained unchanged, but deep inside was a small swelling of pride that he'd done something someone liked. This was far different from that teacher that had tried to just say things to try to make him behave, he wasn't going to be lied to by a guy in charge to get the peace. He felt smarter than that.

Had that guy quit? He hadn't seen him in a while. No matter....

His eyes returned to Mable as she said how good it was and then wanted to do something and suggested they play. He tutted her as he got off of his own crate. "No one will pay for that! We don't even got any instruments. Besides, shouldn't you take those tarts home? You might lose them or drop them and get them dirty." He also wanted her to go so he could hide his money. If he took it home, his mom would use it for everyone else or his dad would spend it on drink.

"I know. why don't you show me where you live?" If she remained clueless, he could come get her for something if he needed another person. Also he could harass her if she did find out and ditch or belittle him.