"Why not?"
"I'm tone-deaf."
"I'm tone-deaf too, but I still muster the courage to teach music class to the kids. Thankfully, I didn't dig myself into too deep a hole, scheduling only one class a week." Jasmine Yale smiled slyly and held up one finger.
Joshua Emmett laughed, "You're quite clever, but as for music class, I'm not taking it."
"Alright, got it! So how long are you staying? Your friends seem to want to leave." Jasmine stood under the tree, looking at him.
"I don't have much going on right now, so I can stay for a while, until something comes up."
"Understood." Jasmine nodded, "It's cold outside, you should head back. The village isn't like the city; there's no heating in winter, so think it through."
"If you can stay, why can't I?"
"Alright." Jasmine smiled, her grin under the moonlight as bright as spring crabapple blossoms.
Having someone to share the burden with was wonderful.
"See you tomorrow, Teacher Yale." Joshua waved his hand.
"See you tomorrow."
