One of the Olumites in the area - wizened, likely an elder - approaches, listening to the music, and offers them both a smile. "You have a very good song," she says. "Very balanced, very stable. You should consider yourselves lucky." She nods. "You can't lie to the singing stones, you know. Even if you have to hear the parts you don't like, the stones will sing the truth, and right now they're singing in perfect harmony." She nods again, as if imparting the wisdom of the ages.

It is not at all awkward.

Wash had been trying to figure out if they should move or if he could get away with leaning on Chief for a few more moments, so this is...unexpected, to say the least. He blinks and tries a smile. "Um. Thanks?"