Jono and voicemail were slowly and surely becoming the best of friends, yes. He got Didi's call almost immediately, and now he was making his way to her room to investigate.

//Knock knock, luv?//

Remember, Didi. The magic words were 'Record Release Party.'

Jono took this into consideration, of course.

Right along with the near-identical black tank tops and the fact that he would be going to Didi's New York most likely with Didi.

//Well, I don't have anything particularly pressing tying me to the island,// he noted. //A shift tomorrow at Groovy Tunes, perhaps. But I've been good about attendance, I don't imagine anybody would be too horribly upset if I took one day off.//

This, in his roundabout way, was Jonothon saying 'yes.'

//Business trip!//

Yes, Jono already seemed entirely too excited at the prospect. See, he was easy to please, when you knew the magic words.

//I would have to be completely barmy to turn down something like that, luv. Spending time with yer in New York alone would've made it a trip worth taking, of course, but...//

But Jono and music. Kid in a candy store.

//I'm lookin' forward to it, then.// He gave his closest approximation to a smile, leaning into the hug and slipping his arms around her waist. //When do we leave?//

Like Jono would ever complain about Didi's particular brand of 'off'ness?

//It sounds fine, luv.//

He would have to pack.

... Mostly bandages.