Mono knew both of those words, and it wasn’t hard for him to figure out what she was saying. It was a lullaby her mother had probably sung or taught her. That was the kind of thing nice mothers did, right? He heard other kids in this world talk about their parents sometimes, after all.

“It’s a really pretty lullaby. I never heard one like it before.” He responded, tone still quiet, just between them as people passed them by. “I only know songs from music boxes or on television.” The former was always pretty, the later strange and… not something he’d want to share with Luna. She should hear pretty things… Maybe he could show her the music box that Mr. Rhy helped him buy. That might be nice-

But the boy’s attention shifted again as she started spelling out a short sentence to again. “For me?” He tilted his head a little, curious about what other songs she knew and what she might want to play. “I guess, if you want to. I’d like to hear?” Though he glanced around at the people wandering up and down the street. “How about we go somewhere nicer first, though?” That way, they wouldn’t risk being tripped over or stepped on by busy adults. They might not be watching where they were going. Especially not expecting a couple of kids to be hanging around the streets like this, so it would be safer, he thought.