The way she eyes his door is almost suspicious. "You've been living right next door all along?"

Julia, too, she guesses. If they're still sharing a room.

She can't believe she didn't know before now.

But his question puts a small smile on her face. "You win some and lose some, Mister Saxophone. All you need is practice."

Lots of practice, complete with wagering. Against her, of course.