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Tommy laughed at the notion, imagining the little Whismur trying to sing with one of Tommy's jazz solos as the band played in the background. It was probably the only place with a set predetermined band that he played with, but he didn't mind. The extra sound had helped teach Tommy how to blend his own in with the others, even if he was the star, so to speak. "I think that would make for an interesting night for everyone." Finishing his sandwich, he called Amica over and asked if she was done with hers. She nodded and Tommy signaled a nearby shop attendant for a take home container. "Well, if you're up for it, follow me. The place is big on jazz though, fair warning. It's actually surprising as many teens hang out at it as there are."

Once he had packed away Amica's sandwich and called the Froakie over, and it should be noted she promptly took up position on his head, he lead the way up the street, already running through the solos he'd play tonight and a couple of full band sets that always got the crowd's attention. After a short walk, they reached a building with a neon sign that read [u]The Jazzy Chatot[/u]. "I'll admit, the name's a bit cheesy, but the food's good and they pay good, so I can't complain."