We had those at home. Mandolins. I never tried one, but--

[ But I could try. The look on her face might say it, familiarity creating the smile on her face. She gets a hand around the fingerboard, pressing down on the strings without strumming or picking at them; right now, she's as interested in the feel of it as she is the sound.

It's been a while since she got to play something like this. ]

Just a hobby. I kinda wanted to be a musician after high school, but...[ Beth shrugs, the corners of her mouth tugging down again. ] It didn't work out that way.