me: "You played that really well, Nigel. What's this symbol in the left hand?"
Nigel: "Um, I don't know."
me: "Is it called ... a Nigel?"
Nigel: "Are you a replacement of my teacher or what?"
me: "Ok, it's actually an accent. What does an accent do?"
Nigel: "...cause my teacher would never say that."
me: "Oh, really?"
Nigel: "I read that ancient spirits have been known to take over bodies and they know everything about that person. They can even talk like that person."
me: "How would you know if I were a replacement?"
Nigel: "Look at me." I look up to find him staring into my eyes. "Let's see... when I poke your eyes with my finger, you will not scream." He grins mischievously. "The lines in your eyes are the same... no, either you're a really good replacement or it's really you."
Nigel: "Did you suffer from the ice storm?"