"Huh, maybe some of them have 'speakers', you should check. Though I'm sure it'd sound much better if that guy over there would stop banging on the piano," he said, starting to fiddle with the tape player, finding the eject button, and a button with an arrow that started the little cogs inside turning, and one that made them stop. The kid who was on the piano was a good player, but Peony wanted to know what was hip to the modern times. Unless that was it, which would be boring. He'd heard a little bit of what was on the radio, but he wanted more.

"Yeah, a few monsters," he replied, not even bothering to correct her pronunciation. He wasn't really a very 'correcty' sort of guy. "They never come near the pala- uh, my house, though, so I don't really have a lot of experience with them." He had been trained a little bit to fight with a sword, but that had been years ago and he didn't really remember any of it.

"Though people fight them off with weapons, they also use fonic artes and stuff. I don't use any of that stuff though, not back home. Here I have a nice meat cleaver I can use on the monsters, though," he said cheerfully. Jade had been kind to use the contamination effect at the cooking store. It really did make him a natural thief, didn't it? Good thing he was usually Mister Lawman.

When Rena spoke of her country and her language, Peony had to cock his head to the side. He'd never not been able to understand people here, though now that he thought about it, that expression was kind of weird. "I think the right side of the bed is the one with a rappig on it." He nodded, as if that were the end of that.

Though the little chipmunks he saw on the cover of the CD weren't nearly as cute, Rena certainly seemed to be excited about them. "Yes! This is good art. This is what we will listen to," Peony said, dropping the jewel case with Christmas Hits on the floor and immediately forgetting about it. He was sure Christmas was a band or something, and it hadn't really struck him to ask what it was..