"Way yer doin' it now," Namur said, still balancing the chair on its back legs. He reached out and poked a finger right in the center of Fionna's forehead, because he could. "Y' talk t' people, listen at dances, borrow from friends. When y' get older an' they'll let y' in t' clubs an' shit y' can go t' concerts an' hear 'em live."