[It would be very easy for Joshua to get those answers for Clive. He may even have some of them handy already. He would just have to learn about his older brother washing up on that beach.]

[Joshua matches Clive's grin with one of his own with a glint of mischief he hasn't been able to express for years. Decades.]

[He sidles up close to his brother and unfolds the paper, reading the poem aloud before offering a suggestion.]

I would say music is the key. I've heard the occasional melody when traversing the forest.

I was pursuing one such melody when... well...

[He leans against Clive.]