"Yes," Lydia snapped at him, anger mixing in with the returned iron of her tone. Despite her regained bearings, her face turned red again. She kept her eyes entirely fixated on her ruined piano. "I do not make a habit of sharing my leisure activities with anyone, John Newman."
"Well, us plebs call that a hobby," John said, trying to introduce some levity into the situation. Lydia did not react at all to those words, so he continued in a calmer tone. "I'm surprised you picked dancing and music as yours though."
