"Ahaaaa..." Noa isn't too excited- not yet anyway, it was Isabel's rock and not his after all- but he certainly gives a small smile as the rock turns, and stays blue.

"Alright...my turn then," he hums, bringing the ocarina back to his lips. Time to try some transposing...this is definitely going to be tricky, given he was more familiar with stringed instruments than wind.

Particularly cheap clay wind instruments.