"Ilya." He replied automatically, his eyes not leaving the book. Not until her reply, anyway, which was more of a quip than a reply. He looked up at her, studying her face to see if she actually was serious. "Touche." He was going to give her this win, she had potential. He MIGHT be willing to tolerate her drumming further.

Ahem. Anyway. He was back to his book, acting nonchalant and whatnot. "Just a story." Also, he was not going to share since she did not share her frustrations. That could've been a funny conversation--a missed opportunity, as some would call it. "I like to read where there is a background noise sometimes. Especially if it's not about school." So, she could go on with her drumming. "Funnily enough, there is a drummer in this story. He's supposed to be talented, but who could tell through writing, right?" It was stupid, he thought, writing about music? Eh.

Ilya. Easy enough. Maybe. Dahlia repeated it a couple of times in her head. Having older friends was important and remembering someone's name helped stay on their good side. Possibly. In her eyes practically everyone was her friend, even if they themselves didn't know it. There was a hint of a grin that went quite well with the simple incline of her head in the form of a nod. She knew she was right in that aspect and nothing more needed to be said unless he tried to make her leave, which he wasn't doing.

The momentary vagueness Ilya had given made her giggle. Was this payback for her own previous reply about her 'frustrations'? 'Cause if it was, then this time he was one point ahead. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all. He did have some seriously wicked hair and eyes to match.

Lia stopped the little rhythm she had going, twirling one of the sticks between her fingers giving the hint that maybe she might actually be able to play somewhat. The little smile was back on her lips and she nodded in understanding. "I get that." Background noise was something she was very much used to. Coming from a large family there was always noise. As he started to tell her a little bit about the drummer in his book, she began tapping at the drums once again, this time with more of a true beat. Yes, she was still being quiet about her playing though for the time being. "Music is hard to describe in a story, everyone's interpretation on how well someone can play is very different."