The boy raises his eyebrows and glances over his shoulder, towards where he can still kinda see the other children playing through the leaves. What does that mean? He thinks he acts about the same as the rest of them, except for maybe coming over here in the first place. Maybe she met some of the not-so-nice kids earlier.

He knows for sure that he's not from an opera house, though, so he shakes his head at that. "I've never been to an opera! That's where they have singing Viking ladies, right?" That isn't the kind of music he likes best, but maybe it could be fun.