Well, someone was excited. Basil chuckled as he grabbed his mandolin case and flicked the locks open. "Alright, I've got a feeling that I know what you like already," he said as he pulled the mandolin out of its case and plucked its strings as he fiddled with the knobs, humming the pitch that the strings needed to be tuned to. With a satisfied mutter he then said, "And here we are."
Basil looked back at the Gothita and his fingers began to pluck the strings with deft fingers though it started off with a repeating single note before he started to add a folky melody that carried a comforting sweetness if a bit melancholic. Then he started to sing softly, vulnerably though the lyrics were something that would have gone over such a young Pokemon's head though to anyone passing by that were in earshot it sounded like a song about loving like 'real people do' and had lyrical imagery of dirt, bugs, and digging as if someone fell in love with something they unearthed.
Some would have said that there was a grimness to it, but Basil played with such a gentle smile for his audience of one. But after that, Basil decided to walk around the village. He had no idea if Anise and Amelia were done so he ventured to the herb store out of curiosity.