Davis stared at the object that Ken had placed carefully on his desk.
"Dude, are those bagpipes?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Ken didn't even turn around and he set his bag down by his bed. "Yes. Specifically, uilleann pipes."
Davis just stared at the instrument. "Whatever they're called. Why do you have uilleann pipes?"
Ken grimaced helplessly at Davis' raised eyebrows.
"Okay, so my uncle came to visit when I went home, and he'd just been on vacation to Ireland, of all places, and for some reason he thought that it'd be a good gift. I didn't want to just leave it home," he added, seeing Davis still gazing in disbelief, "It was probably quite expensive, and I thought maybe one of the musicians in this place might enjoy playing it."
Wormmon, who was sitting on the bed, glanced over at the violin case sitting in the corner of the room. "You'd count as a musician," he pointed out.
"No I don't. I'm horrible at it."
Davis rolled his eyes. He was used to this argument, and was a little tired of trying to convince his friend that he was actually quite musical and not tone-deaf as he seemed to insist.
"Well anyway, since you have yule-thingy pipes, maybe you should learn it," he suggested.
The three looked back at the instrument sitting on the table.
"… maybe," Ken sighed, as he went to unpack.