"Oh, I don't know," Chrissy says with a shrug, suddenly sheepish, though she was the one to bring it up. "I'll listen to whatever, really." At least this time, she knows it's probably stupid to worry that he'll judge her or laugh at her for her taste in music. Despite the number of times she's found herself fretting over that same possibility, it's never actually happened. Besides, especially now that he works in a record store, she thinks it's at least safe to assume that he wouldn't judge her too overtly. It probably wouldn't be very good for business if he laughed at anyone who came in looking for something that wasn't to his taste.

"Some stuff that's a little older. I like Fleetwood Mac a lot," she continues, almost a question. "But new stuff, too. Or... what used to be new. I really liked Tears for Fears's last album." One corner of her mouth curls up a little. "I liked your talent show performance, back in middle school, but I've never really listened to anything else like it."