"Number five is about as non-work related as it gets. I can play the clarinet. At least passably. I'm certainly not orchestra quality."

She took a nibble of her toast, then continued.

"Now, back at you. Five things about you."

Having expected that, Mark smirked ang began.

"One, I play the guitar and sing. I've even picked up the odd job doing that for spending money in my school days."

"I'd love to hear you play one day."

"That certainly be arranged. When you're comfortable enough with me, you can come over to my flat."