"Oh good, distract it," still deadpan, but Dolce smacks its back with her rod. "Where's Margaret when you need someone who speaks its language?" The language of pianos. Well, it probably wouldn't work, but it's a good try. Maybe she can try tangling some knitting in its wires.

"Do you have any magic, weapons, or are you just playing by ear?" Get it? PLAYING BY EAR?! Actually please don't notice it, she'd be so embarrassed.