Zeke eventually figures out the tune and attempts to join in with his own harmonizing “aaah”! He’s an unremarkable and enthusiastic baritone.

Jean closes his eyes, but he doesn't relax -- he listens with his whole body, ever nerve strung taut, breath catching at drops and fingers flexing at trills and shivering at particularly beautiful harmonies.

Vanya, when he's singing, looks peaceful and happy and relaxed, unlike at any other time. 

The song ends, and he sags slightly, blinking as though waking from a dream. Then smiles shyly again at Jean. 

It takes him a moment to open his eyes again.

"...a work of art."

"Aww, thank you. I wish I had a church to sing in, for the hymns especially..."

"I believe there's a ... chapel? Of some sort. For those who go in for that sort of thing."

From his tone, it's clear that Paris doesn't.

"There is? Ooooooh. That could be the acoustic place!"

Vanya actually looks intrigued. "You're looking for somewhere with good acoustics? That's really cool. I - never actually thought of trying to do that here." 

"It was Jean's idea!"

This earns Jean another very sweet smile. "Oh wow!" 

"Beautiful music requires a beautiful space! If we can't find anywhere that has naturally good acoustics then let's look at the chapel and see if it's pretty, and if it is then we can enchant it for acoustics."

"Do you know where it is?"

"No idea, I fear."

"Huh... Does anybody here know where the chapel-y room is?" she asks the broader group.

"Oh," says one of the juniors, "the place where they do mass on Christmas? It's in the library, out through Hindi for a while, they've got a sign on the door and everything."

"Great, thanks! - I don't know what Hindi looks like."

"Bars with snakes dangling from 'em."

"...wild! Okay. Zeke, do you wanna come -?"

"I should know it if I see it," Jean contributes. "I had flashcards for lots of languages with -- not real text, not even real letters, but shapes that look like letters in clumps that look like words in the appropriate alphabet. So I'd know what to look away from."

“Sure!” says Zeke to Rebecca.

"Cool, Vanya are you coming too?"

"...Yeah, okay." 

He doesn't look delighted about it. 

"I don't think they're going to be like evangelistic about it? Not here," she assures him.

- yeah, fair, that hasn't been his experience either. 

"I'll come with you." 

Off to find bars with snakes dangling from them!