Naturally, the Ultimate Pianist held all forms of music in the highest regards. Her definition of "music" included unconventional sources, however. Some days it was the dulcet rush of fountain waters while others it may be the crunch of grass underfoot Gonta's garden travels.
What had become her favorite melody was more obscure.
On a bench outside the laboratory, Kaede could hear the goings-on inside. The bang-bang-bangs of hammers, the whirrs of saws, and the zrrts of laser cutters were like instruments in a symphony. Miu happily worked inside while Kaede listened, her finger bouncing and dipping like a conductor's.