...Huh?

[The question is so unexpected that Lysithea is caught off-guard.]

Wha -- perform? You mean... sing or something? No, not in the slightest! I mean, there was mandatory choir practice at Garreg Mach, but I was hardly what you might call gifted. Usually I just practiced alone in my room if necessary.

[She doubts the Raccoon Room is in need of church hymns, anyway.]

I'll stick to providing baked goods.