( And just like that, they're in business. It's gonna take some real janky doing, including holding the recorder up to a car speaker, hoping the shitty AUX cable that attaches to the headphone jack doesn't fritz out for the dozenth time, and lining up the timing for when he hits record and she hits play, but...

It's technically kind of totally doable. )

I'm not really good at references. Sorry.

( Bluntly, but at least a little apologetically. You deal with enough fourth-walling assholes rolling in to talk about Golden Girls and the Janet Jackson Boob Incident, you learn to throw out that disclaimer. She has a grand total of between two and three years' worth of life spent in the real world on Earth, and she didn't spend a ton of that time getting immersed in media. No Knight Rider. RIP in peace. )

You wanna come pick some out? How many songs can those things hold, anyway?