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Yes. I think so, based on your grammar and the context, any rate.

At least back in our world, they were an extremely popular group of musicians among the mortals. Loads of listens on Spotify, and quite a bit of the old, debatably pretentious culture of 'vinyl' was built on them. Why do you ask?

A mortal asked me about "Dear Prudence" and then tried to sing it at me. [ Not to... at. ] You know mortal things, so I wondered if you'd heard of it.

[what's the distinction. ambrose chooses not to ask, he suspects she will get cranky.]

I have. I think it's pretty. Very romantic.

[who is this mortal.]

What did you think about it?

[ Prudence still doesn't really care for texting, but the problem with this being voice is that she can't huff around the point too long without it being somewhat obvious. She considers her response carefully. ]

I think I'd rather hear you sing it to me instead. [ Smooth. As. Butter. ] Maybe then I'll be more willing to believe that my mother might have named me for some tragic mortal love song. If it's really as romantic as you say.

Oh!

[ambrose sounds pleasantly surprised, because he is. and not judging, because he isn't. he's not a fool, but it's difficult for spellmans to be suspicious of things like 'singing;' they're an unusual witch family, int his way.]

My Dominant has got just the place. I'd love to.

[this sounds fun and exciting and not like something ambrose spellman, for all of his cunning, necessarily has the idiot boy brains to speculate about.] Say what you will of mortals, but the song showcases McCartney's true technical, musical ingenuity. I like the notion your mother was touched by such beauty.

Do you now.

[ With a wary, though thoughtful, tone; Prudence had been quick to take offense when Jon Simms first implied she might have been named after some random mortal music, but now she's a little more willing to soften on that position. Ambrose's opinion means a lot more, obviously, but his excitement is also helping to spike her curiosity and interest a bit higher.

Maybe there really is something to this after all? ]

All right. [ Whoever this "McCartney" is. ] What place?

[the link pings into her inbox. the sinema. it may sound a bit like a dad joke, but in reality, it is nothing like that. very elegant, very dramatic. luxirious.

and with excellent acoustics.]

You'll have a front row seat. Dead center.

[ Oh... she knows of that place, actually, she'd dropped by once purely on a whim during her first month here. Interesting to connect the dots now, she supposes. ]

And when will you be taking me?

I will dispatch a driver to come at the witching hour. My performance will begin not long after.

If that does suit you.

I believe it does.

Just don't keep me waiting.

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