I'm very glad for this loose end, because I for one definitely needed a debrief after that one. Harmony doesn't have too much to say about the singing, though - her main concern is Mr. Bingley, and the ice cold frigid length of his unliving phallus. As much as we love the fucking machine, I kind of adore listening to so many girls exhort the virtues of a real man with a real body after being with him.