After getting the words wrong more than a few times, Jon gives up and only claps his hands and his heel to the song's beat. Toby has stolen a steak from a some passed out drunkard's plate and his busy hiding beneath a cupboard to eat it.

Jon raises his beer mug, but freezes before bringing it to his lips. His eyebrows furrow in seeming concern. With his mug still hanging in mid-air, he turns to his halfling friend. "Say Bobin? These... these ain't, like, really really priestly songs, right? What you think about 'em?"