"Maybe let me get used to how the piano sounds before I start trying." He stops, now facing the keyboard properly, and bends down a little to frown at the buttons. "Clarinet. Clarinet? Seriously?" He's not sure if he wants to laugh or throw the thing across the room.

He won't throw the thing across the room. Lark asked for it specifically. But occasionally the urge to throw or hit is still there over stupid shit.