[ It is absolutely going to be janky, but lucky for the two of them, Eddie knows the art of the mix tape. He’s well acquainted with the process of waiting for the radio to play the right song, making sure you catch it at the beginning, and be sure to cut it off before the DJ starts yapping, and the pains of your uncle calling you for dinner and screwing the whole thing up, forcing you to wait until next time.

It truly is an artform. ]

Alright. I’ll keep that in mind.

[ He raises his eyebrows and snorts, amused, but not cruelly so. He can appreciate the honesty, and he has no real desire to explain Knight Rider anyway. The whole concept of a talking muscle car and a guy who gets facial reconstruction to look like David Hasselhoff is very “you had to be there”. ]

Uh, kind of depends? Typical radio length songs, you can probably squeeze in about twelve per side. If you’re going for real concept album mix, maybe half that.

[ Either way, he takes her up on her offer, gathering his reject tapes and the recorder up to trudge his way over to her. He nods to the little iPod, both mystified and intrigued by the device. ]

What about that? How much can that thing hold?