"--besides, I don't know any love songs."
"Yes, you do!"
Thomas blinked, looking away from his quiet conversation with his kind host to his sister in the street, game of Pirates suspended entirely. Fenagr lowered his stick sword in confusion.
She plowed ahead, counting on her fingers.
"I Had Some Help, Morgan Wallen-"
He frowned. "Not who sings that-"
"- Akido/Neurotic -"
"Not a love song."
" - I Like It, I Love It, Tim McGraw -"
He hemmed. Looked around the sleepy fishing village, removed from time, his and his sister's presence alone a vivifying shock to the routine.
"I don't know if this is the place for Tim McGraw."
She paused, breath caught in preparation to list off another song that mentioned a person at all.
"If Tim McGraw isn't welcome here, neither am I."