Bramble knew what instruments were, but they'd never exactly been her forte. Blame it on the easily distracted bits of her brain or whatever. That didn't mean she wasn't interested! The sound of plunking keys not quite in a harmonious melody drew her attention away from the dough that she kneaded with her paws. Covered in flour dust, she places her baking project into a bowl to proof, gently covering it with a towel before she's out the door.
Not quite running, but also not walking either, Bramble makes it in time to see Mercury lean away from her father with a twinkle in his eye. Were they getting sentimental over a... piano? That's what it was, right? Her steps slow, head canted curiously as she approaches the opposite from where Mercury stands. Circling the massive piece that now had a permanent home, she admires its beauty and the craftmanship her father has put into restoring it.
"Do we know anyone who plays?" Bramble asks, her tail wagging a few times eagerly as she looks up at her father and Mercury. Moving to take a place beside the piano, she leans her shoulder against and her chin on the edge for a good watching position.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
