Oil: *cooking*
Faz: *pats his head*
Olive: Dad can you teach me something?
Jamey: like what?
Olive: *shrugs*
Jamey: hm.... I play saxophone.
Olive: What? No way.
Jamey: I do play it. I just haven't in awhile, but it was all I would do when I was a teen.
Olive: That's lame, why not guitar?
Jamey: I was a Jazz person, not a metal person.
Olive: Well... I guess so, but aren't you Mexican?
Jamey: I am, but I wasn't raises by my Mexican parent. I was raised by my dad.
Olive: riiight. So does that mean I'm learning saxophone?
Jamey: Yes!
Olive: Okay!
Oil: This'll be interesting.
Faz: I would love to see him play! *smiles* I remember meeting him and he would practice in front of me~
Jamey: Do you miss it?
Faz: Yes! I do! You wrote a song for me!
Jamey: ohh yeah. *laughs a bit embarrassed*
Oil: Will you write a song for me?
Olive: Maybe. *smiles*
