"Of course!" That makes total sense! It'll be like an exchange of ideas. The Balladeer stretches out his legs, propping them up on the chair's arm. "That's a great idea! I'll warn you, guitar can be a little hard on the fingers to start."

He takes her hand, studying it with his strong, callused fingers. She hasn't got particularly tiny ones, anyway, her reach'll be fine. If he's honest, he doesn't recall a time when he didn't know how to play. No one really taught him; he just knows, generally, how the learning is supposed to go. Still, he's sure he can teach someone else perfectly well. "But I'm sure you'll pick it up. Or I could teach you something else, later."