[To Finn's ears, the song may have been strange and foreign but it was beautiful too. The sentiment settled somewhere warm inside him, imagery playing out in his head as he looked up over the snowbank and tall trees that surrounded them.

It would be nice, Finn imagined, to feel crisp air under feathered wing whenever you wanted. Even if it was just a story.]

Woo! [He cheers upon the song's conclusion, meeting it immediately with applause.] Dude, you're pretty good! I bet this place could use a... skald. [He trips over the pronunciation a bit, but gets there in the end.] Y'know, to record what happens on missions and stuff and sing for the newbies!

[It's a bit of a leap, but Finn is pretty good at those.]

I know it's not your thing, but maybe we could find someone who'd be into it. [He snaps his fingers, triumphant.] Natasha's a really good singer!