"So where exactly are we going to find the instrumental pieces for our piano?" Melody said while wafting her farts back to her face. "I must be getting my daily dose of music playing."
"We'll find it when we do." Cynthia spoke upon feeling her pants puff up every time she farted. "Reminds me of an old saying: it'll be out when it's out."
"I like that, sounds like great work ethic." Melody spoke with her eyes shining.
Cynthia laughed upon tilting her head back. "It's the kind of thing that keeps me in the busy spirit."