[Be careful what you wish for, Ferran, because Idris's tail is wagging wildly. Did someone say sing—!?

Tifa presses a finger to her lips.]

Don't say that out loud, unless you want an actual demonstration.

... You didn't hear it from me, but it's just a lot of howling. Only one who's musically inclined is Melody, and—

[Idris gives her a sharp bark.]