Tuktu Weir nothing like a big bad bridge

Henryk's teeth shown in a large awkward grin while the man sang, horribly unsure what to do with his body as Ravinger sang his tune. Catchy as it was- he had to admit- should he sing along? Initially he tapped his paw with the rhythm, but if this was indeed a lesson of sorts would he expect him to sing back? Oh gods... No he'd much rather sing in unison with someone than sing alone in front of someone, he couldn't come up with lyrics on the fly. But he also didn't know the words and couldn't pretend to, so instead he quietly hummed along with the general melody. 

And the end of it he rose on his haunches and brought up his front paws, clapping his pads together twice before thumping them back on the ground, wagging his tail. Catchy! Question though... What is moon-sugar cane? It definitely wasn't something he'd ever had the pleasure of trying. Though he definitely wasn't virgin to fermented treats.