Zoe's mother is enamored of all things classical. That's how she learned piano - Beethoven and Bach and Mozart, but she has to admit she never really enjoyed it. It was something to plod through, perfect, set aside for the next thing to be perfect in. Jazz, though, had been different. Jazz and the old standards. It wasn't something Approved of, so it was something she could enjoy.

And in a way, it was the sort of music that had led her to the Spades. It was the sort of music Victor had been singing when they met.

Zoe looks up when Chives comes in, and her cheeks turn pink, though her fingers don't falter much on the keys. She's confident in almost everything else, or at least able to pretend it. But music is different. And someone coming in - even Chives - is an audience. She's always had a little problem with performing.

"I hope you didn't have to look too much for me, Chives." She is, after all, usually in her office at this time of day.