Maria misses the first part, her hands having drifted back to combing through her hair. She does glance back over, smiling warmly as Manolo stretches. This is the most quiet time they've had so far.

"Somewhere." She repeats with easy amusement as she walks over to the table. Maria picks up some of the scribbled upon papers together for some sense of order. Manolo can sort them properly later, now it's more about finding the brush.

"One day, you'll have to finish these and play them for me." She lightly wiggles a half written song back at her husband before setting some of the papers aside to sort the remaining. Under them lay the promised brush, which she picks up to use.