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*