Talk a little, pick a little

I have a very amusing relationship with my voice professor. For many of my lessons, we haven't really gotten a terrible amount of work done, but instead we talk. A lot. Today, after our choir sectional, I wandered by his office to see if the door was open. [I wanted to grab some Dove chocolates from the bowl just inside.] It was, so I poked my head in just to say hello, and ended up staying for a half-hour conversation about security deposits and him having bought his girlfriend [my former voice teacher] an iPod for V-day.

It was good times, and I got some chocolate.