Hey, he's always nice to her. Okay, he usually throws in some snark, but he really just wants to make sure she's okay. "Yeah, later. Whenever you want. Tomorrow even, or next week. Like, no pressure. I'm just sayin, I'm here." Because he knows how things can get when you don't talk, but he also knows how shitty it is to be pushed.

Kavinsky will probably clue her in later. For now he's dumping marshmallows into their mugs. Those are vegan too. He figured he might as well dream up everything for her just in case. "Who do you think I'm most like?"

He is nice but it's not sugary or Hallmark-like. It's more like "shut up, stupid" and hugs. A level of intimacy that she's always appreciated. So she wasn't prepared for his heartfelt off but she appreciated when he didn't push it further. She really didn't feel like crying again. "Thanks."

There is no hesitation. "Definitely Tom. Right down to the shitty taste in music." She teases shooting a grin over her shoulder as she heads to the living room and the big screen to put on her show.

Is he being sugary and Hallmark- like? He'd definitely scoff at that and then probably do something awful to make up for it. She hasn't done anything stupid though, so he has no reason to call her that.

"Tom better be the most fucking amazing guy that has ever walked on this earth." He flings his leg out and kicks her ass lightly, then grabs the hot chocolate so she can't kick him back without making him burn himself. "My music isn't shitty. It's fucking amazing and you just suck at knowing the difference cause you're tone deaf from being on stage for so long." Hallmark. There you go.

Maybe it was just the chin tap.

"It's Aziz Ansari. Of course he's amazing!" She laughs plopping down on the couch. "Fuck you. I have perfect pitch. You're just jealous of my skills."

Not as good as the hug, though.

"I have no idea who any of these people are." He sets everything down in front of them, pursing his lips at her. "Uh huh. You've never heard me sing." And no one ever will... well, aside from Ronan, and that was only the Happy Birthday song. Maybe a Christmas carol, or something.

"You're gonna learn today." She replies maybe a little too cheerily but she was determined not to be a sad sack right now. "I like to think that if we shared something that important you would have told me by now."

"Alright. Bring it on. And let me know if you need more ice cream. The freezer is stocked. I kinda went crazy." Ice cream for a whole year, basically. Well. The way they eat junk food, maybe not. "I wouldn't have told you about my singing!"

"All that ice cream in there was good? It was packed." She asks offering him some of the Chunky Monkey. "Why not? I can't think of anyone I would want to jam with more."

"Yeaaaaah. The stuff on the left is the ice cream we had before. Like, two cartons. The rest... all your vegan dream shit." He digs into it, taking out a big scoop. He sticks half of it in his mouth, glancing at her and tries to talk with his mouth full. "Uhhhhnrrr."

"You're so good to me." She smiles a real smile and nudges him with her foot. "Why be lame, K? Why be lame?"

"You fucking deserve it, lady." He nudges her back, finally swallowing down the ice cream, then scrunches his face cause ow, brain freeze. "It's probably not even good singing!"

"So? There's nothin' more fun then drivin' around singin' at the top of you lungs." She counters as she passes him the ice cream again. Since she'd seen every episode, they didn't start at the beginning. She went with the episode where April and Andy spent the whole day in the office by themselves, playing, and the sparks between them really started. It was one of her favorites mostly because it was so Andy heavy.

"And that qualifies as jamming?" He takes another spoonful, then reaches for his hot chocolate as he watches. "Who are these people? I don't get it."

"What? Did you think I meant recordin' or something?" Tennyson smirks and gently tries to steal his hot chocolate to get a sip.

"Okay, the blond is Leslie Knope. She's weird and way too into her job but nice. The guy with the mustache was Ron Swanson. I want to be him. He's the boss but the only reason he has a government job is because he doesn't think that the government should be all up in people's business so he tries to stop the department from getting too big or involved in the community. The mopey brunette is April. She's still an intern in this episode and Ron hired her because she doesn't really care and mostly just plays on her phone. Pratt is Andy. He's funny and sort of dumb but super sweet and April likes him but he's still hung up on Anne, the pretty brunette. They used to date but she dumped him because he's a musician and kind of a freeloader. Andy was tryin' to win her back but April is hopin' to swoop in and lock that shit down. Tom, the guy that I think you are like, is the Indian guy. He's one of those guys that know all the clubs and talks in hashtags and has a different start-up company like every other episode but under the nice clothes and house music, he's actually a great guy and seems like he would be really fun to hang out with."

"No... I don't know what you meant. Like playing together and stuff," he shrugs, letting her have at the hot chocolate. "Like band stuff, I guess." Which he's never, ever done.

He listened to her tell him all about Parks and Rec, eyebrows raised. He can't imagine. watching an entire show about this, but he's curious. "I don't talk in hashtags!" Well sometimes he does, maybe. "So now they're just hanging out at the office and doing bullshit things? I guess I can get behind that."

"Well, we could. I'm gettin' better on the guitar but since we're both singers, I was thinkin' we'd just belt it out."

"It's not like a perfect representation of you! Just the one you are most like. Maybe some April in there too. Me? I'm probably a weird mix of Ben, Andy, and Ron. I would throw Tom in there but I'm not that cool."