The question spares the room any more of her attempts at noise-making. For now.

"It's a bit like a xiao flute, I think," she decides, after a moment of studying it. She's never seen one up close, but it resembles the ones she's seen around. "But it's not made of wood or bamboo. You're right, we should learn together."

She briefly detaches from his side in a small whirlwind of blankets, to grab another instrument from the box and bring it back for him, along with a thin, glossy book that she's pretty sure is called 'My First'... some word that's probably this instrument, given the illustrations. "Here, this one can be yours."