He's in luck; education is Melanie's favorite thing. "I don't know too much about American history," she admits, a bit sheepishly. She probably should, now that she lives in some pre-Breakdown version of it. Not that she anticipates being quizzed by strangers, but being kept isolated has never been presented as an excuse for ignorance.

Of course, when she and the other hungry children attended classes, they were never just learning for the sake of it. They were always being tested, Dr. Caldwell and the others wanting to know just how much they could learn, how close to human they could be under just the right conditions. But Melanie likes learning, and while Aziraphale, Bee, and Daniel are happy to teach her things, she wouldn't say no to another teacher. If it's safe - which it is, here. And he knows history ballads.

"Could you sing something now?" she asks a bit shyly. Maybe it's not a polite request; maybe he just wants to enjoy the dream without having to do his job on top of it. But she can't not ask. "One of the history ones?"